1:10am
craving adventure but never possessing the courage to initiate one myself
person of zilch substance and/or interest
borrowing others’ identities to claim as part of my own
only possessed opinions are of trivial matters that hardly counts as contribution
temporary passion (if any)
overflowing emotions not put to good use, or even any use at all
limited talents that are not complete in any way
false facade to strike people upon first impression but the emptier, once dug
self-centred, conceited, selfish, all kinds of thinking done only for and by myself
false promises
escaping from responsibilities in the pettiest way
every attempt to salvage self isn’t actually a 100% effort
submission towards fear and stereotypes
talk the walk, never the other way round
worry but never actually try to turn it the other way round
writing blogposts past midnight in an attempt to gain sympathy from mass of adoring crowds