Resort Evening Casual

Haizzzz, busy these days plus the ball is so sick that first time writing Also

diary is not really no time to write that which is not really inspired to write
Where
Also feel too tired to say the things that exist in the beginning. Natural

now on, life always feel not quiet as I thought, .... everything is not as simple as his information.

suddenly want to cry I just want to scream ... to cry is hang around in the troubled heart

Indeed, not I want to go back to those days where I just felt really miss the memories only. Even though I knew it was different now, but somewhere inside themselves also hope ... yes ... but hopefully Not Fragile

I do not want to show that I used to love that person but only to hear the words, I can see only betrayed his suffering, disappointment to the father and son want to ask why or say Add a sentence saying, "I do not love me more?" Because I know love or not love it just as a cup of water ... and between us it was a long light.

Sometimes I just wonder if I was wrong ... if I kept silent, you will not like this but ... because of where I want to be a sad outcome like this. I did not expect two hours as the two strangers .... Friendship between us that what was due to break away myself.

This life forever searching for a word that so hard. Find a sincere difficulties to the stars.

these days I was sick, delirious full nights sleep or silly things. Waking up every morning and also saw the eyes wet ... Probably cried in the dream.

my life I felt it became more a night fade illusory

Maybe I did not know where I'll go to the

dream, I was crushed scrap the idea but not entirely

their purpose as I kept trying to reach.

no matter whatever I certainly will not give up. Well ... as beautiful as the day that dream.

This life goes on ... there must be occupied people have lived too fast is it? Life lost too quickly forgotten that many things .... things simple. I was dropped like a side of it ... absorbed it runs through and look what it gleaned

left ... oh, this life, so it is accidentally come

Soluble fragments of broken memories, I must have put it in my heart, no?

Only then, at parting, I just do not ask her to tears ... tears for days to see him again