conformist.

you. make. me. sick.

you have no substance of your own.

you want a passion, a purpose, a voice of your own.

but you are just an echo.

you mistake your echo for a voice of your own.

you mistake your fighting for a purpose.

you mistake your passing fancy for a passion.

you. are. nothing.

you don't know who you are, what you're doing and why you're doing it.

you think you're someone, but you're not.

you think you're doing something, but you're not.

you think you know why you're doing it, but you don't.

you are just a follower, someone who jumps on a bandwagon.

you are the type to give your all into anything you set your mind to, so don't think that you genuinely care about something just because you give it 120%. you really don't. it's just your nature, your personality to do and overdo it. it's not a passion.

it's so sad. because you have so much potential, so much to bring to anything you want, but you lack...love.

you don't love anything. everything is just a phase, you're all about it today. but what about tomorrow? what about next week? what about next year?

you're so indecisive. you think that just because you like it at the moment, you love it. but once you get into it, you realize how shallow you really are and back out when it's too late.

and guess what. it's too late.