life and its own story...
I don't know when last time I am using english to update this blog, well, I will start to write in English again--when I am in the mood to write. this time when I write this, there is a big heavy rain outside, and I am afraid to go home, so I write something here.
life somehow create its own story now. when I try to hide, and don't want to give a damn over it, I just got trapped and hard to go off. and also I don't know whether I have to believe in a guy again or not. somehow, I just hate someone unconsistence with his or her own words. yesterday she or he said A, and now they say B, pathetic!! can you just keep up your words, huh?
okay, I am very upset now. to who? nah. just upset. sometime, something doesn't need a reason to be known. and I just hate the way I live now. why should I choose the wrong route of life, like this? this is totally a disaster. and finally my true self can't hold her self to go out. here, I am!!
ah, I don't know what I have to write anymore. I will end up mocking someone here, and I will just make another sins. so I have to finish it until here.
ciao
life somehow create its own story now. when I try to hide, and don't want to give a damn over it, I just got trapped and hard to go off. and also I don't know whether I have to believe in a guy again or not. somehow, I just hate someone unconsistence with his or her own words. yesterday she or he said A, and now they say B, pathetic!! can you just keep up your words, huh?
okay, I am very upset now. to who? nah. just upset. sometime, something doesn't need a reason to be known. and I just hate the way I live now. why should I choose the wrong route of life, like this? this is totally a disaster. and finally my true self can't hold her self to go out. here, I am!!
ah, I don't know what I have to write anymore. I will end up mocking someone here, and I will just make another sins. so I have to finish it until here.
ciao