I wonder why I can't be normal like other girls;
be satisfied with a sweet and caring the other
and live happily ever after together.
Probably I don't like clinging on to a life buoy
just to fill myself with TLC everyday.
This just ain't what I'm searching for.
Like Yang said,
you're either born simple... or me.
Sometimes I envy these girls who are easily contented.
Sometimes I wonder am I just too stringent.
Most of the time I find myself saying there isn't the One, for me.
I guess I'm a skeptic about romance now.
A hardcore one.
All of the time, I wind up thinking,
fuck it,
all these thinking isn't worth my time at all.