Looking forward for something that are precious. I hope that things would get more perfect. Everyday repeating the same things that make me feel to suicide. I keep on persuade myself to go through it as well since this is the propose of life. I growing to look for different things at the different view. Become more mature to get the point even though there is no return at the end. Feel satisfy with life and continue without complain anything. Stranglehold it. Doubtless, I fail to make it. The soul of life flies out and never get back to the normal point. The values are different.
P/s: I don't know what am I writing about. Charm liao. No safe liao.
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