Where's the person who's able to dance from table to table, ranting on and on about something and seeing the smile of people's face... The same person who enjoys solitude and can sit alone in a cafe reading a book, ignorant to her surrounding and the face-less people passing by.
Where's the person who dreams big and aims even higher... who's willing and able to claw her way up if she wants something bad enough...
Or the ice princess who is cool, calm and collected to the point of being emotionless in every situation... the good, the bad and the f*ck...
The person who acts and talk like a 31 year old when she was 13...
Or the person who couldn't careless about anyone as long as she focused on living... Absolutely no one and nothing else matters.... except herself.
I see her slipping away.... bit by bit... her thoughts in a tangled up mess... the more she tries to hold on to her memories, the more she falls into a deep dark pit of endless misery...
Past memories are not meant to be hold on to... at least not the ugly ones, but it's the only thing that reminds her of who she was, or wants to be....
Because at present she's losing all of these... and it scares her to death.
The again she wonders.....
How did she become that person? It's there deep inside a corner of her head... And she refuse to remember them... at least her heart tries not to...
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