something is hard to speak out from mouth.. I ever was a girl who got a lot of friend hanging around, but cause of some matter, all the things changed different.. The one who i care left me behind, the one i used to protect become a stranger.. But luckily there is still a person who never ever think to leave me no matter how bad i am and how worst i treat him.. It is too difficult to remember all the thing happened around me.. i hope to write down every step in my life and learn from it..
发生了很多事,让我不知道如何是好!
污点永远都在,不管我如何掩饰!!我其实并不是那么的潇洒..我其实并不是那么的坚强..我其实很在意..我其实不能接受这样的自己!!
那一幕永远都还遗留在我脑海里..我忘不了..我不想记得..但我没办法..
或许在别人面前,我好像不放在心里, 但其实我很在意很在意!!!
我在意他的想法
我在意我的不干净!!
我不能接受这样的自己!!
原来,忍着泪..是那么的辛苦….
那是我预料不到的事!!那是我的污点…
白纸上的污点,是怎么也洗不掉的…
虽然我不是白纸..但我的污点还是怎么也抹不掉…
posted by piggy at
3:23 PM
Well.. what i can say about myself is that i am a super emotional girl who have a bad temper. But lucky that there always have some one beside me to give me support and stand for all the bad thing i do..unfortunately i never appreciate the things that i have and i lost it.. And now, i got my own life with new job, new friends and new "someone".. but seems as i'm no longer a luckily girl as things that i did had never been appreciated.
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Living in past in past is not a good idea but looking it as an experience is what u should do. In life there is ups and downs. People do makes mistakes or chosen the wrong path but the path have chosen you shouldn't regret it. People in reality is not pure the purest of all is how u think of it. A white cloth can be clean with bleaching it. Though it still will be there but when time consumes it will remove it all. To over come it in instant it is impossible even to cook a pack of maggi u still have to do lots of things. take you time S.T live ur life to its fullest and hang out more with frens and all. bleach ur stained cloth with other colors as well as well as bleach it to become white again. FIND YOUR OWN PATH, GOALS.!!! take a paper list it down and think it carefully how u want to do it and there it is you should be able to so it ok. I WILL SUPPORT YOU... wuahahahha.... take care always. Though u no longer my colleague but still you're my fren. choazz..
leave you with something..
I told myself that God had forgotten me...
After a lifetime of pain and nights filled with loneliness
He had no one for me to love
Just move on, it will be ok.
And then I met you.
I knew it was all wrong,
But I looked into your beautiful eyes... and I let you in...
Into my heart, into my family, into my home.
You gave me hope when I had none.
A second chance.
You took my hand and let me think about
A life with a man who would love me and my children...
Fantasy... or foolishness?
It is so rare to find someone to connect with,
Someone to open up your heart to
When it finally, if ever, comes along, it should be cherished and prized.
Love so sweet that the night is not long enough for all the kisses to be shared.
I always said that after a lifetime of looking
I would know him as soon as I met him.
I would know he was the one.
Hold on tight and don’t him let go.
But then,
You learned you were not free...
To love, to share, to plan, to care.
With each day you pulled farther away.
Your heart is now hard and filled with pain.
You shut me out, pushed me away.
WAIT! Come back! Please don’t leave me...
Hold me, kiss me, tell me it will be ok, what about the dreams we talked about?
The love we shared? The love still to be had and made?
Please don’t go... please.
This pain is just too much to bear. My heart aches for you.
I’m begging, pleading for just a small amount of your time.
To connect with you once more.
When did I become this way? Why did I become this way?
Surely being alone is less painful than the humiliation of
crying for a man who doesn’t want me.
Why God why? Haven’t I cried enough in my lifetime?
What transgression am I paying for?
How could you be so cruel?
I survived my dark night.
~
Today is a new day. Springtime.
The newness of the season.
New beginnings.
Just move on. It will be ok.
Perhaps someday he will see that maybe I was the one that God sent to him.
The woman for him to love, to cherish, to give him hope, to hold his hand.
The woman to give him a home with laughing children.
The woman who would never hurt him like the others before
Whose heart has known pain, and would never hurt this man she loves.
But life is all about choices.
Let him go... Let him go... and cry for what could have been.
Let him go... Let him go... and cry for what will never be.
The nights of passion, beautiful brown-eyed children, a life filled with love.
Let him go.
Let him go.
And be glad, not sad, for the short time we loved each other.
Let him go.
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