i am tired of living for others. period.
sick of never being good enough for myself.
weary of the perfectionist life.
worried that i'll personally destroy all i have one day.
i judge but hate to be judged.
i wished i was more down-to-earth.
i want to be simpler.

like many of you,
i wished i was the daughter of some celebrity or president
of glitz and glamour.
(whatever the price, or u may think i'm materialistic)
but dun we all want things that are hard-to-get?
i love attention
(just the reason why i am typing this post)
i wish for bigger boobs and to be model-stick thin
(although i am pretty fine with the way i am, just the way u tell me.)

i hate to be envied.
because i feel threatened.
yet they say it's a compliment to be admired.
but dun forget that i am human too.
n i err. alot.

although i always proclaim that i dun care about how others think about me,
in fact it's just the very opposite.
i think i care too much.
it's becoming an obessison
that can make or break my day.

they say, live for yourself.
i say, unless you are a piece of wood.
whatever.

(pardon my emo entries. will be back with my bday updates.)