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Just me and my life.
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2011年1月24日星期一
I just want to escape...
I'm currently in this mood now.
Why? Why so sudden? Well, i heard a series of story. And it happened between my loves one. I cant help but feel so heartbreak and feel like crying. I feel like hiding in a corner and breakdown. Physically and mentally. Why must all these things happened? Why cant we live in a peace surroundings? Yes, words sometimes do pierce through our heart. But do you know, the after effect is the dangerous one. They can be lethal. They eat your soul, break down your confident, destroy all your luck, crash down all those happy moments. In the end, you are nothing but a piece of flesh walking around in the street. That's the power of word, if you use it the wrong way. So why must this happen? Why cant we just settle everything with a nicer tones, and using a better words? Me, myself are training myself not to speak all those words out. Because i've seen the power of the words. I know how it can break down one man's soul. Therefore, i choose to silent myself and only to appropriate words to appropriate people. Well, for you, my darl, i've been hearing all these stories throughout the years. You could say that i grew up with all these stories. 19 years, and i still hearing it. It's going to two decades, and i knew things wont slow down. I know someday, somehow i'll make a decision that will shock all of you. Please do bear in mind, it's all because of these. I'm starting to get tired of being angry, whenever i heard these stories. I'm starting to lose my patient, whenever someone is crying. I'm starting to blurt out vulgar words, whenever things are getting worse. I'm tired. I feel old whenever the after effect strikes. I just want to escape to a place, where i could be alone... |