I have been trying hard to be who I’m but I’m always hungry for who I wanted to be. It’s always like this and I wonder if ever it can be control. I’m too weak for this but yet I’m craving for it. I know I need and I know I can but in fact it might be cannot because of defeat. I ‘m not who you know but who you don’t know. I’m not someone in actual but someone in disguise. I’m smart and I’m a fool. What I really am is what I really don’t know.

(just some random thoughts)