The little side of her
 

For some reason, I am feeling very little tonight..
Like I'm the little girl of my mum..
The little girl who walks shyly and innocently infront of all the people..
The small girl who is scared to cross the road..
True, I'm the youngest in my family..
I maybe be fat, huge and..old looking..
But Im still young..
I cannot take a cyk license, cannot marry and cannot even watch romantic movies!
And I admit, I still hold my mum's hand when I walk with her on the street..specially when I cross the road..
And no, I am not ashamed of it..
I will never grow up to my mum, will I?
I still dun go to places alone..not even to the shop around the corner..unless there is no other way..
And if Im adding another point here, that would be my bed time..
Usually, I sleep by nine latest..

I miss those days..
The days that I used to play..
The days that I got to wear those cute cute dresses..
The days that I got all those beautiful toys and dolls..
The days that I used to run around with those friends; a group of 5 in which I was the only girl..
Those were the days..
Memories..

I dunno why I am talking about this tonight..
Maybe I'm missing someone too much..
TOO DAMN MUCH!
Maybe I'm feeling somewhat insecure..For a reason that I dun even know..

Anyways, I should end my rants from here..
Good night world..

nyc..

thx

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nice

thx jerry aunty

niceeeeeee

thx akhrot

nice sharing

thx jerry

Re: The little side of her
 

not bad..