Once the storm , the car home at 3:30 pm , feeling like a spilled bottle seems particularly uncomfortable weird . Sometimes even I do not know myself, always expected to make difficult decisions . God wasted the last ten years of my culture , since even his heart Shayang do not know. Oh , maybe , people like this, always believe that Long, the amount of heart could not help a shiver . Perhaps in the eyes of others, I am a wicked bad girl, but in my heart , the only clear that : I treasure my alone . Oh, for a long time and probably most proud of , you know. I am not a bad , bad , bad , bad I was born in this troubled world .
day is still so clear, and I was no longer the man I used to . Sad !
the days before, people are changing slowly growing , then we in turn look like? And my life will be the like?
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