Whenever I see a clique pass by, I imagine myself in it. Why didn't I realise that my life was almost perfect then? It was just a blink of an eye, 3 months have passed. Slow and peaceful..
It is just another half of the year now. Why am I dreading everyday? This year is so special, how I wish I don't have a birthday! Can time please pass slowly? Give me more time...
Am I escaping?
Why am I dreading those special occasions that I used to look forward to?