Dear Diary,
I am really sick of life. Let's say GAME'S really OVER. Gees. I don't wanna be moving about in circles any longer.
Life isn't a carousle, like seriously.
But somehow we get through certain things that we don't wanna go through
we feel the pinch, the ache.

There it is! VIOLA! The dark alleys of life. You practically do not see anything else except yourself.
It is as though the lights have snuffed out on you.
Nobody's gonna stay by your side.

Everyone has their own views and opinions. I do too. I choose to turn a deaf ear at times. I don't really bother. But at times, it hits me real hard that I hope that I will never am going to be brought back into the past?

I really wanna put the past behind, leave my friends behind. Lead a new life.
Can i?
Can i ever be a new Phoebe? Maybe not.
Why not think up of an alias for me huhs..
Gees.. I don't wanna be Phoebe anymore.
I really don't wanna be.. I am really tired of it. It feels as though I am stuck in a shell. A shell that has not been cleaned and polished for years. In comparation to a dusty, old, ragged doll that a girl leaves behind in her storeroom. I feel really tired.. I AM.
No more about ITs, no more about brainless beauty, no more about your ordinary ruggamuffins on the streets.
I WANNA CHANGE! I really do. Maybe there will be a drastic change to come. I really hope that I can feel happy all over again.