Monthly Archives: March 2015
He said, “I try my best to get you out of my life. Make distance with you. Run far away from you. But I always end up in front of your door.” Again, he said, “I try to go out and … Continue reading
Someone describe me in his smart phone; The ‘note’ part of the phonebook: A girl who work hard; love dramatically. Are you men enough?
Should I cry? Should I run? Should I die? But will all the problem gone?
You never say, “I love you”. But you always make sure I know you love me
I never really sure about what I’m doing. But I always knew what kind of a person I want to be
What would you do, If the one who told you, You’re his betterhalf, Betrayed you?
two months between life and death between doubts and hopes fighting crying dreaming loosing and back on my feet.