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Wish I was someone else.

"I don"t wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone."

Do you sometimes wish you had never made the choices you made?
Do you sometimes wish you could just go back in time and change something you truly regret?
Do you sometimes wish you were in the place of someone else?
Do you sometimes wish you could be in some other place living your life differently than you are living it now?
Do you sometimes wish you could just be somebody else?

Well, I do. All the time of my life. If you know me, you would think that I'm a problem-free person, cause I laugh and kid all the time. Well, you're hell wrong. If you know me, as in REALLY know me, you would know who I really am. I'm just thankful that they created this kind of thing. You know, blog. Cause at least now, I could express myself freely without any hesitations. I just want someone or something whom I could turn to whenever I have a problem.

Thanks for reading. Hope you'd read more about my life. Tatah.

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