There's no space for imagination. There's no space for silliness.
You get questioned for your motive when all you have to offer is genuine kindness.
There's no such thing as being yourself.
And there is definitely no space for mistakes.
Why is adulthood so complicated...?
My simple, naive, little mind and soul have problem coping with all these.
*Help*
P/s: Sometimes I wonder why I put in so much effort to communicate with people who doesn't even bother to talk to me. =(
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