The extroverted introvert

I'm teetering between peace and turmoil

Pretense was my rebellion

But I don't know where the line is anymore

I'm teetering between peace and turmoil

Pretense was my rebellion

But I don't know where the line is anymore

Every emotion I feel is a procrastinator

Except sadness

That one works overtime

The older I get,

The less appealing marriage sounds

As much as love is a dragon we wish to find on a random afternoon on a bridge or in a bookstore,

I've seen nothing in the samples of marriage but painful sacrifice and surrender

And despite everything, I think that if it is possible to die of happiness then I will certainly do so. And if someone destined to die can be kept alive by happiness, then I will stay alive.

"Life isn't a race. Do things on your own pace"

I agree , life isn't a race

But it's a playground

And do you know what playgrounds have, little competitions and social groups

So excuse me if I want to be best at hide and seek

Or if I want to wear matching colors with my friends

Life is a playground and we're all just children playing different games

No, I have a glass barrier

The only catch is that it's bullet proof

You can see what's inside clearly

But how do you get in