no meaning
Am I to feel happy that my presence itself is so Significant that someone has to comment on the things I do and the way I choose to live my life? Where I stand, how I behave, childish or mature, naive or cunning..as if that someone CARE so much for me..oh manz I'm so touched. But one good thing..I came to realise...for what am I fighting for? Why am I allowing myself to wallow in pain for 1 whole yr, unconsciously rejecting all those who come near..all these hell for such a someone..haiz how silly..memories once over r nothing but just memories..something to be taken out only once in a blue moon and not something for me to hold a grudge against a person..that then is truly degrading myself..finally...a huge rock taken off my heart...
Kisses XOXO Monday, March 3, 2008
