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Life is unfulfilling for us, and we aren't very fond of it. What we like is our own imaginative world, which can be our daydreams, stories we write or anything similar. We always prefer that before the actual life. To people we come off as quite lonesome, and we may wish we had more friends, but we are more of a hoper than someone who takes action. That is how we remain lonely. Or maybe we just don't find anyone who we can relate to. Inside we feel empty, like we are missing something important that we can't quite put a finger on what it is. Somehow we wish to be swept away from the normality and led into something extraordinary. This has yet to happen, and we keep on feeling disappointed with the little that life has to offer. At least we continue to express yourself through art/writing/poems/daydreaming.
Life is unfulfilling for us, and we aren't very fond of it. What we like is our own imaginative world, which can be our daydreams, stories we write or anything similar. We always prefer that before the actual life. To people we come off as quite lonesome, and we may wish we had more friends, but we are more of a hoper than someone who takes action. That is how we remain lonely. Or maybe we just don't find anyone who we can relate to. Inside we feel empty, like we are missing something important that we can't quite put a finger on what it is. Somehow we wish to be swept away from the normality and led into something extraordinary. This has yet to happen, and we keep on feeling disappointed with the little that life has to offer. At least we continue to express yourself through art/writing/poems/daydreaming.
is it bout me ? ha ha ! just kidding 
really cool post ! La halong bola yan ha ! 
