Thứ Ba, 21 tháng 10, 2008

MY DIARY


01/09/2008
It seems that I never love anyone. The special and strong feelings derived from my own delicate soul. The boys probably didn’t know anything about my inner emotions. If yes, they also felt unsure of them because I always wanted to hide it carefully like the rain absorbs deeply into the ground. I was not confident enough to bare my heart; exactly I was afraid there were not enough conditions to develop those relationships. I have been always kept them into a secret place so that I could cheat myself for my loneliness: I was not alone. Hu hu hu …. Perhaps I am really pity. To save the fallen feelings was to think that I loved someone

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