I move on
every day, no matter where I am, where I go.
Thoughts by darienlee (440)
On the day of birthday,
tend not to remember the years of age, wonder it is the Alzheimer's call; tend not to realize the length of age, reminded by a friend's call; tend not to forget the happiness of age, because I have the family's call.
This is
how my history goes, this is how my memory goes, this is what I have.
Not think about
the problems I have, think about what I have.
Why do I always
question the genuineness in my work and my thoughts, pity myself for being me, blame others for my mishaps and failures, excuse myself for I could have been successful if that one hadn't treated me this way or that incident hadn't happened to me, be annoyed that I haven't been treated as a kind and passionate person, believe that I couldn't earn respect from others? Why am I angry with my mom and sister?