The bloody expectation, the hope, the kind of thought in our mind,
is all fantasy.
which lead us into fucked up.
But we love to dream isn't it? We love fantasy even it fucked us over.
In the moment of 20-ish, either to be urself or 'act' like the fake one is urself.
I'm in love with 'Skins'. Bored but quite meaningful English drama, all about teenagers, they screwed up their life with a bullock head.
But thanks, it just wake me up from living in the fantasy.
Feeling loved. :)
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