Ten years from now
Have you ever wondered about what happens ten years from now? Will you fall in love? Will you finally be noticed? Will you be a good employee? Will you earn well? I'd leave out the latter two. Clashes with the theme y'know. For 21 years of my life, most things seem to stay the same. I'm still as invisible as I was. I like home. I love my room. I like things the way they are; my books at the side of the table, my clothes being everywhere, my undergarments in place (not that it mattered) . These little things (nope this isn't 1D) make you feel somewhat familiar. For the same reason, you find it difficult to adjust with the slightest change. It all depends on how well you take it. Ten years from now; you'd wonder who first made you giddy inside, who first held your hands, whoever made you think about them around the clock, whoever broke your heart. You'd prolly laugh or cry or both; frustrated or happy that things happened the way