There are many things about myself that I hate. I'm not really the kind of person who love my life all that much. Like okay, I am thankful for many things but life isn't what you expect it to be, never.
One of the many things I hate about myself is my likeness to read. The pro is that I improve a lot on my grammar, vocabulary and poetry skills but it makes me a hopeless romantic.
A hopeless romantic who has somehow given up on the chance of finding a true love but somehow still have a tiny little hope that I'm wrong.
Some days I just feel like "can't my time come already?"
I can't help questioning "why is it so easy for other people but it's just not ever gonna happen to me?"
I used to believe in "sparks" I used to believe how when you met the person you weeee meant to be you just....know. I felt that some time ago, a feeling I couldn't describe, the things he made me feel is just....novel-like, which got me thinking "this must be it."
But I thought wrong, and since then I don't know what to believe in anymore.
Will true love ever happen to me?
One of the many things I hate about myself is my likeness to read. The pro is that I improve a lot on my grammar, vocabulary and poetry skills but it makes me a hopeless romantic.
A hopeless romantic who has somehow given up on the chance of finding a true love but somehow still have a tiny little hope that I'm wrong.
Some days I just feel like "can't my time come already?"
I can't help questioning "why is it so easy for other people but it's just not ever gonna happen to me?"
I used to believe in "sparks" I used to believe how when you met the person you weeee meant to be you just....know. I felt that some time ago, a feeling I couldn't describe, the things he made me feel is just....novel-like, which got me thinking "this must be it."
But I thought wrong, and since then I don't know what to believe in anymore.
Will true love ever happen to me?
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