I realised...

I realised that there are lotsa kids out there with broken families... it's time for me to face the fact, the truth, the music... but I guess one just falls harder when they grow older... it's time I grow up... but maybe I've grown too fast when I was young that I can't seem to grow any more now... just like I've grown up too fast, I actually missed my childhood where I can throw tantrums and that someone will come and pamper me... coz I can't remember when did I ever throw a tantrum when I was small... all I can remember is whether I do this, will the person be happy??

Can I be considered as more blessed than others? that I only learnt about the truth when I've reached this BIG? But to me, I would rather know the truth earlier... as least by now, I would be a much happier person...

I hate loneliness... and I'm afraid of the dark... I dunno why but maybe it's bcos I was once locked up in the dark storeroom for dunno-how-long... and now someone tells me that there's nothing to talk to me about! SIGH~~~~