have you ever feel like...
you are living someone else's life which is not yours?
;l
dun misunderstand okay...
its not tht kind of filthy rich guys where their life is planned
;l
it feels like...
when u wake up early in the morning,
you feel that you are
brushing someone else's teeth
drinking someone else's coffee
eating someone else's toast
driving someone else's car
;l
when u get back and sit in front of the laptop
you feel that you are
chatting with someone else's friend
doing someone else's CAD drawings <-- its someone else's
writing someone else's blog
eating someone else's choc nuts
listening someone else's iPod
talking in someone else's phone
;l
then...suddenly everything juz goes so lame...
that you feel like...
killing this someone
and live your own life
;l
suddenly
u realise that
this someone is nobody than yourself
;l
so...
u end up
wandering around the house
walking in and out
up and down
her and there
doing nothing
;l
u feel like it is not fresh air that you are breathing
its foul
full of stenches, soil, dirt, lame jokes
;l
you feel like its not water you are drinking
its blood
of dead animals, cursed rainwaters that makes you illusioning
;l
you feel like its not land that you are walking on
its sand
of nail grinding leeches, burning hell fire and slimey saliva of reptiles
;l
you feel like running away
but you are running stuck
;l
stuck to someone else's life
and yet, u keep running in to the path that makes you stuck there
;l
pathetic isnt it?
