Thoughts about Twenty-one

Suddenly I'm afraid.. afraid of being 21 and living in this atypical world. I want to carry on living my life blithe and carefree, but there's just too much things to be stressed and be concerned of that I can't possibly think like a kid anymore. That little voice in my head telling me to do what I have to do, I can't make mistakes.. I hate the idea of being an adult, the idea of losing all my innocence. I need to be stronger. 

If I die tomorrow will I regret not doing the things I didn't do? 

I do ask myself this every now and then, but my answer is always the same.

- I have no regrets.

I feel that if I'll regret not doing what I want, I'll do it no matter what and put it as a priority. Don't regret the choices you choose to make, whether good or bad. All the possibilities in this world, why live with regrets when it comes down to the choices we make for ourselves..right? 

A little bird once asked me, 

Why do we live? The answer left an impact though it didn't really surprised me. 

And guess what? We live, not to work and provide for the family, not to enjoy the pleasures in life, not to study and get a good income job, not to make friends not to love but....in actual fact, we live.. 

... to die.

Cheers people,
angelseahx3

Afraid & Confused

I don't want just another bad romance story, I want a beautiful awakening from within.. That I have always yearn for, chivalry seems dead these days. It's so selfish that everyone wants or expect something from that someone, but I guess this is how it suppose to be. Time to decide & plan wisely, one mistake, gonna cost me a regret.

ALL BUT AN ACT :(

Deleted my previous blog (again) because I can't remember my password for the gazillion-th time D; D: D;

Gahh, such a loser. 

Hmm. The story of my 'perfect' life that people might soon come to realize that it's just a facade. Some people think that they know how my life is like; and jealous they are sometimes... But the question is, 'when will people be able to see that my life is not all butterflies and ponies, and it is not as great as it seems to be?' 

I'm sick of all this phony act by you whom i once called 'a friend', that secretly (not so secret anymore because i found out of your bitch side ) stabs you at the back when you aren't looking. Bullshit.

To you, my phony friend, 

I regret knowing. 

& I hate to regret

angelseah, signing off