— i worry everyday. worrying is all i do. behind my silence is a series of thoughts, waiting to be answered. i am just a human afterall. a human with curiosities, a human with mild familiarity with the world. i wish to see what path I'd take the more i grow. i wish to see what things I'd face. i hope to be someone who isn't me right now. i wish to be someone valuable and more special than what i am now. i wish to be someone who knows what's ahead of her and isn't scared on falling into the depths of her demise, but instead will take a huge breath and fall and fall until she can finally reach the end of the tunnel. i had wish that i was someone. and my wish still hasn't changed. every 11:11 is me calling out to the shooting stars with pleading eyes. me calling out to any miracle out there, that maybe i will serve a purpose in someone's life. or my own. maybe I'd find a purpose. a chance to live with a goal.
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REAH'S DIARY
RandomConveying my inner thoughts and feeling, rants, letting go of suppressing feelings and regaining the happiness that I once had.
