Well~I havn't come here for a long time. Just working and being poor.
Life is like a box of choclate. Yes it is. Mr.Yeung has gone, leaving his warm heart to us, leaving his benediction to us.
Being away from home for over a week, I began to know what I am really missing. I always missed you, so I miss you, so I missed you.
It's just a feeling about home, about the smell of my dolls&pillow. I don't know where to go and just want to rush out of the uni so the moment when the gate of szu is being blurred behind me, I am actually satisfied that it seems I just successfully made up a big project.
It's stupid somehow. Whatever. I have nowhere to go.
Crying out may be a efficient way to release the burden. But I can't cry. I have nowhere to cry. I don't have a party, I can't go home.
DO I HAVE A HOME?
I will be a hero.
Isac said this before he died.
Salor is the murderer. But he didn't mean to do this. He is sick.
Am I sick too?
When the winter comes?
I wanted to let them hear me, but I want to be mute.
DID YOU HEAR ME? I am going to jump out of the plane again.
Oct 20, 2008
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Sorry, haven't got the faintest idea what you are talking about.................
Not renewing?
开始咱们亲爱的中文了~~
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