When I was Younger,

I've been the dreamy type. I read a lot, and trust me. My imagination knows no limits. I used to love writing. Because when I'm writing, I'm in control. I can make people do what I want them to do. I provided myself with an alternate reality as a form of escapade. I used to have friends who loved reading what I wrote. Speaking of which, I didn't even know why I stopped. Or why we stopped being friends altogether. Lukily/Unluckily, I adapt very quickly, super used to changes. I don't do regrets. I used to get real pissed at haters, after awhile, I realized there's no used being angry at angry people. Hating. That's what haters do.

I live in reality now. Other than slipping back into dreamworld every now and then.

Gotta start living. :)