Who..

..do you talk to about stuff like these? 

My dad would shun me probably and ask me to make him proud and tell me to go back home.

My mom would listen probably. But she wouldn't understand it to the full. And for some reasons she is usually able to make me feel really stupid.

And I'm basically too shy to tell anyone.

You know. A dream so big so bizarre you don't see a way of reaching it, it might make you seem like a fool. Well I'm a shy person deep down anyway.

But yeah. I have a dream. A silly one. A big one.

Midnight Ramblings pt. 2

How do you deal with change?

Perhaps I hold on to the past a bit too tightly, though it's not mine to begin with.

It's being happy and sad at the same time.

Is this the "knowing" that they've been on about? Cos if it is, then I think I "know".

This could be my last stop, and there was no fork, no confusion, no fear. It's crystal clear, and it's something I've been longing to see. It's the best.

Or is it?