certain things always don't work out for me. and maybe they never will.

I want to fly. because it seems so effortless, yet provides such a great exhilarating feeling of breaking away from and leaving behind all the stresses and bad things.

i used to think running could do that. but it's too tiring. i want to grow wings, and fly. with the wind against my face.

my wish this sunday: i haven't got a clue. maybe someone to tell me i got my birth year wrong and i've got another year before i become adult.