The things I could talk about here are not really things I wantto talk about. I don't care if most people already know about them to one degree or another. It doesn't make it somehow less painful to rehash them needlessly. The end result is more or less the same: my happy little life is a distant memory or an out and out lie depending on how I want to look at it in a given moment. And I can't be the only one who would shy away from needlessly discussing something like that. From things that make you question if the people you thought loved you, even your parents, really love you as much as they say they did.
But I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I? Fine, then.
yes, i do have my society box in my heart whom i wanna share it. but i know thats not going to happen.
That just shows that liife's a bitch. the biggest bitch ever.
'Play it all along, when somethings wrong'
Asyraf
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