These days....I wonder why? Why this? Why that? Is It normal? Is it right? ...Is it real? It is me. I want it to be real. Sometimes I wonder why am I like this, why is my life so absolutely unsuccesfull . Nah, that just doesn't fell right. Why do I fell so far away from everything. It is almost as I'm not here.
Here's how I look at it. Everybody gets a part of the cake. Somebody gets a smaller piece, someone bigger. The thing is: You will never find two pieces that are the same. I got my piece of the cake. It might be small, but it isn't the smallest. It might look big but it isn't the biggest. You will never find such a piece as yours and mine. Sometimes, I even wish to steal away other people's pieces and make the cake whole again. But that is impossible. Why? Because it perfectionism.
The only thing I can do is, cherish what I got. Eat the damn piece of cake. Even if it's strawberry flavoured. Even if I fucking hate strawberry. It's my piece of cake. And I'll eat it with pleasure. You should do the same thing.
"Please, help me exept the things I can not change."
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