for now, i'll keep my redundant, pessimistic thoughts away,
in small little boxes in the back of my mind.
if they're only going to bring me down,
i dont see why i should spend hours of my young, tender life,
nourishing this pessimism when, in fact, most of the time,
things actually arent as bad as they seem.


i am happy, i always am.
okay fine, not always.
i cant be expected to smile and laugh
twenty-four hours of the day;
i'd freak myself out.
but then again, i dont see the point in hiding emotions.
i am not like that.
at the same time, i dont see the point
in excessively dwelling over a particular matter.


maybe i should stop talking for now.
maybe all i need is sleep, really.
and that pair of shoes from River Island
that'll send me flying over the moon
to Pixie Hollow in Neverland
where i'd play tricks on the Never Bird
and beg Tinker Bell for pixie dust so i can fly fly fly
and be the second Lost Girl (because stupid Jane came first)
and make out with Peter Pan *cringes*
and i would laugh and sing and dance every day;
every single day.


yes, that's what i would do every day - laugh, sing, and dance.
on second thought, wouldnt i be bored to death?
my point is, what's life without a little ups and downs, right?
(just trying to make myself feel better, hah)


plus Peter wouldnt want me because
i'll be turning sixteen in the blink of an eye.
that's thundering towards adulthood, isnt it? =/




oh well, Peter's loss.