sometimes i wish i could live someone else's life.. find out how it feels to be that i can't..
being rich.. hmm, how i wish i could be in adinda bakrie's shoes for once. maybe i'll be all stupid and yokel.
being famous.. how does it feel being someone famous? everywhere you go, everybody knows you. you have to hide your face away from everyone if you dont want to be in the middle of the crowd. in the centre of attention.. hmmm.. i bet it felt good..
being pretty.. all eyes are on me. everyone admire me. girls envy me. boys want me.
being smart.. and bright at the same time.. hold many degrees from famous campuses.
but im not all that. im not rich. nor famous. nor pretty. nor smart.
i thank God i got what i have now. i have my family, good friends, live a life and its not that bad. but still, im craving to have a wonderful bod, intelligent, or at least have someone to share with.
i always say that boys dont define who you are. but being single for this long, i want someone here with me. damn..
maybe i am dreaming about a happy ending and how a prince charming would come and rescue me. hey, im just a girl, living in a world where you told little girls about cinderella or sleeping beauty.
and yes, i watch romantic drama films. where the guy would chase after this girl, and fight for their love, and lived happily ever after.
maybe im not living in reality. maybe i need a reality check for once in a while. maybe i havent grow up. damn..
i fell in love with someone. i feel very comfortable with him. its easy to talk to him. to chat about things. but i dont have the guts to feel happy about it. im afraid that i wake up one day and found myself got hurt so bad.
so i told everything to my best friend. she was suppose to give him clues about me. but i dont know what she told him, or what they talked about. but i think he fell for her.
she got everything i dont. she's pretty, and smart, and funny, and know the things that he's interested in.
the worst thing that i can imagine, maybe came true. and i dont know who to blame or who to hate.
she sometimes dont know where to stand. she said she wants me to hook up with him, but instead i saw that she hooked herself up.
maybe i love her too much to tell her that i dont like what she did. and im left here, alone, and broken hearted. again.