Friday, May 20, 2011

Me and My life

Which part of life doesn’t look messy? If I were to paint my life, it would be like one of that beautiful art which most people, including myself, fail to understand. It at least means I have some occasional bright colors to make it worth living. I still wonder at how much I have made it through. A responsible host for my dad’s funeral, when I was an age old in my job, running into debt for almost a year, parental responsibility at an age where I didn’t even know what first love means. When I look back it looks like forever. I can’t believe myself I am 25 because I feel way too older than that.

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