6th Sense

Here I am in my hideout; where almost everything is not mine.

In my favvy pair of jeans and top..

Skin feeling tight from the fresh shower I came out from.

Thinking, contemplating.

Deciding. Choosing.

Trying to make the right choices.

Waiting for Mika to finish loading from Youtube.

Doing what I do best when I am tired of.. thinking.

Being all happy again without a care in the world.

Receiving news that I really do not need to know;

I started to wonder about my actions.

Knowing that they are no where being right..

Ignoring again.
Ignoring the fact that I actually have decisions to make.
Ignoring reality yet again.

Thinking about the fact that I have not exactly been who I should be.
Wondering about the people all around me.
Who's real and who is fake.

Passing judges that I have no rights passing, somehow.
Missing the times where friends are really friends.
And guys are even better friends.

Here I am sitting; home again.
Thinking back on everything.
Wishing that I can relive it again.

No regrets whatsoever.