Dum Dee Dum... I am not a super hero neither am i spiderman. I am going to save the world... like as if you would believe. I am a maniac. I came from an outer space which is filled with water. I learn swimming at the age of zero.I wail like a cry baby. I crawl like spiderman, i fly like superman, i drive like batman. I live in wonderland. Rugrats is my friend, so is peter pan.
i've always believed that to love someone, it's simply to let that someone be happy. if he were to fly, be proud of how high he can fly.
since when did love become a tiresome tug-of-war, a test of patience to see who will break first under the pressure? doesn't it hurt to know that you are the very one who took the smile off my face?
and i am at my breaking point. those incessant questions, neverending missed calls, screams and accusations, they have pushed me so far it all seems surreal. and i can't even catch my breath. is this really love?
i thought love was just a simply theory of giving and of happiness. but why does it always have to get so ugly? i'm tired, sick and tired of all the shit you throw at me and the emotional blackmail you always always use on me. and why are you not letting me go when you are saying you wish me the best?
i need someone who trusts me and is happy because i am happy. i need to have my friends and a life apart from love. i want to be able to decide solely for myself whether i wanna go out or not, and not decide because i am forced to do so. and i hate curfews.
i juz need some peace and space to breath. is that really so hard to understand?
