I always call myself dreamer. My imagination is wild and rich. I’m very sure of what I want.
I’m ambitious and proud. I always believe that I’m bound for greatness. I feel like, I’m someone who could make a difference.
In my imagination, I’m the epitome of perfection. Flawless and have it all. I couldn’t ask for more.
But, that’s all a fiction. I’m using my imagination and visualization to runaway from my reality. I’m so sick of it.
I’m far from perfect and I’ll never ever be one. I’m full of flaws. I have plenty of insecurities and fears that stops me from doing things.
My fear of judgment stops me from pursuing what I really wanted in this world.
In just a snap, things slowly changes.
That girl who’s very sure and already foresee what she wanted, found herself in the labyrinth.
Barely surviving, trying to redeem and revive her lost dreams.