while everyone are so busy at dieing,
i am starting to relize that life is what we make them.
people might think life is all about dieing, and feath is
all about living, and i will be the one who will say it is
wrong.
i may not be the perfect girl in a perfect world, but i
shall know to the end of my life that i am who i make my
self to be.

you should know that in a world like this, and in times like
these, all we own is dreams. i think about life-not in a
good way but in a way that a lot of other teenages think
about the world. i am just another girl in this damm world,
i just think and feel like many other girls and boys in this
life. but i know one thing, i am special. in my own way.

all i hope for in this world, in this "dog eat dog" world,
that i will find my life in the right place and i won't be
alone, and ofcours that i won't be sorry about that.


is it to much to ask?
if it is... let me think it is not...