I want to admit that perfection is impossible after i realized the flaws and no motivation for practice. practice makes perfect but if no one is perfect then why practice? I'm afraid to let go your afraid to let go im here your there your lips move but i cant hear what your saying its ok...its ok...
imagine hell on earth imagine it everyday of your life; every hour, every minuet every second its just fun.
Do we really exist? or do we just think we exist have you ever considered the idea that we might just be a crazy person sitting in a padded room? i think about it everyday. makes me feel crazy how could i ever know until i wake up? i think im afraid to wake up lets do it together