sometimes we wonder, we're consious on what other people think about us. no matter how much we deny, occasionally, we still do.

because we're humans, not perfect but striving to be one. inside each of us, we know. some of us deny, some of us admit.

afraid i guess?

afraid to admit, like everything else. striving for perfection knowing somehow another, we can't be.

but can't we wish? having this empty feeling deep in my heart, somehow waiting for a miracle to happen.

wishes are for everyone. it can happen, it can be reality. you just need to believe, in yourself, in reality.