Hi. I dreamt about you for two consecutive nights. We were chatting, we were happy. I hate to dream.
I always thought those girls always lie about dreaming about their loved ones so can gain pity. But now I'm experiencing all this myself. I hate it. I hate to open my eyes and realised it's all but just a dream.
I hate to cry the moment I open my eyes. I hate to spend my whole day in heartache. I hate to miss the guy I loved so much but he doesnt miss me anymore.
Forget it.
Here I am, feeling sad all over again, while you can still enjoy outside. I really want to forget you. It's just that I fucking cannot, ok?
But whatever, thanks for all the lectures, the slaps, the punches and for everything you taught me. Glad I once had a boyfriend like you.
多寧願只是爭吵 還能道歉和好 我知道 太美的回憶像副手銬 越是掙脫越纏繞 我比妳明瞭
Sunday, June 12, 2011 - 11:22 PM
I wish you'll understand what I've been trying to do
Money? Or love?
Which one will you choose if you are him?
Meeting a mere 5 hours hours per week? Or at least a day and a half per week?
Which one will you choose if you are him?
I miss the times when we hang out together. I miss you. I miss everything.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011 - 9:54 AM
My tears
Girls tears seems to fall only when they dont know what they're gonna do anymore to try to be happy.
They cry cause they're fighting against those feelings that are telling them to let go, but knowing that if they let go, they might regret it.
And they're just trying to figure out what's going to happen if they keep holding on, and if they're willing to go through all the pain that's needed just to keep fighting.
