the wheel keeps spinning round and round

imagine if your life was like a box of colour pencils;

you hang out with the other colours and are close friends..

suddenly, new colours are added into the box

and your circle of friends,

your circle of trust and love...

just vanishes into thin air

and you, the other colour 

forced to pretend like your ohkay with it

forced to put on a happy face in a masquerade party..

why must they pretend?

i hate my life.

im sick of them.

i wish i had pop tarts