I have issues. Strange issues, the sort that speaks absurdity all the time and you have no slightest idea what is going through my demented mind that you wished you could grab the oversized Spongebob Squarepants toy from Toys R Us and stuff it in my mouth in less than half a second. According to the humble opinion of people, I lived somewhere out of the universe where stars can fall on your laps, flowers can bloom beautifully within 5.32 seconds once you snap your fingers the right way. Sadly my body is trapped in the reality of the cruel world known as the Earth. But I am here for a reason. I will tell you why. I am here to make ordinary dreams extraordinary. I am here to make history more exciting, more frenzied, more beautiful then any history book ever written that you have ever read. I dont believe knowing oneself just through 8 digits. It's a total shit. In Spring I make full use of the vintage butterfly net catcher at a garden placed at one end of Mississippi to capture lustful looking butterflies and gently place them in a large glass jar. By noon, the glass jar will be filled with amazing colours that flickers radiantly under the afternoon sunshine. I bet you will be amused by the display of my overwhelming contentment once I carefully lift the lid. Wouldn't your worries be washed away by the magic of the elegance floating across the air? I assure a hundred dollars that you would be never regret by the sight of it. I believe in magic, maybe not the magic where magicians shoved a rabbit in his infamous hat and 2 seconds later the animal turn into colorful confetties, but more of serendipity. Like when you are searching for something all these years but suddenly you find something totally different, but it gives you more bliss than what you thought you were looking for. Life doesnt go the Harry Potter way, you couldnt go around waving your wand at the cookie jar in your demanding 'Accio cookie jar' voice and the next second its flying towards your way and the next its in your hands. Things dont revolve around you, no matter how richer you are then Paris Hilton. I have a level of obsession on novels and dramas that had filth my mind and suck up my capability of identifying whats fiction and real. I would call you in the middle of the night blabbering my grandmother stories and how I pictured it would be if we could slide down the rainbow and add glitters to it, I believe it hold a more profound meaning to some wishful youths like me. Sometimes I feel like being friends with Timmy Turner, then shove a little self-esteem so that he wouldn't just start every sentence with 'I wish' and get dependable with Cosmo and Wanda instead of getting his bums up conducting what he wished for. In my world, everyone is a pony. We people are ponies. We eat rainbows and poop extremely cute pixies to love. Isn't life great? Okay im crapping again. Its 12:50 am now and i have class at 8am later. Goodness. Tell me im insane! Gotta try harder to sleep. Nights everyone ;)
*To some friends, i know you guys are having problems now, dont worry i'll try my best to give you guys the best solution and support but most importantly be there for you guys. :)
*To those people, count me out. You people are not bonding at all why bother making such event?! Huh?! Huh?! Huh?!
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