What do people want, really? Money? Fame? Gorgeous partners? Stable job? Predictable life? Beauty? What is it exactly? Sometimes I think I think too much. Becoming too much of a cynic. Questioning every freaking thing that comes to mind. I'm no longer simple. I miss those days. I hate to be a cynic. Ironically, I am one myself. Well, life's full of contradictions. Things will never go the way you think it would go. Never. Ever. I think whoever's up there is having a great time fiddlng with our lives down here. Seriously.
Oh and if Phil ever reads this, happy birthday to you!! haha..