If only you know I could be hurt easily...
Stop the train,pls...

Hopeless rainy night

I got so much to say, but I don't know how to turn my feeling into words.
Just now collapsed in my room, alone, quietly.
Yea everything will be alright though I'm quite worn out now.
Thanks everyone..
I love you all...

Shut Up!!!

Do you know that I am really depressed and frustrated?
What the hell are you thinking of me?
If you don't wanna support me,
just close your eyes and keep your mouths shut!

Stop hurting me!!!!!

Dunno

I know.
So I keep telling myself that life is VERY BEAUTIFUL!
But it seems so hard to be persuaded.

I hate night.
It makes me depress easily.

What am I going to do the next step?
Will I do something right?
Am I allowed?
Hell...

I thought I can sleep well when the exam is over.
But hell it doesn't help.

I don't know...
At least, fake a smile now.
^^

I hope I'll be more generous

I hate it when you don’t reply my message.

At whatever reason you shouldn’t be so.

It makes me disappointed.

Am I talking to air??

Yea you are busy you are with friends you are blak blak blak…

Stupid excuses!

I hate it when you promise me to do something,

But you didn’t do it.

It really sucks!

I don’t mind if you are not sweet, not romantic, not blak blak blak,

But I hate you not caring.

Ok,

Let’s see.

And I pray,

For a better tomorrow.

Frankly,

I don’t think I really know you,

It takes time to see someone clearly.

I don’t know much things about you.

And what I hate the most,

You don’t read my blog.

I'll always remember the day with you two, cc and wiwi... Really had fun! I don't know what to say, that is something more than words! I love you two always o!! keep in touch!

休业中。。。

不说了

什么都不说了

我累了

真的累了

再也没有什么是值得分享的

就让我静静的躲在我的小角落

很安全

没有人看见

也没有人会攻击我

不要碰我

一碰就伤

我的害怕与无助

我不知道

有没有人会完全的体会

受的伤从来没好过

新的伤一层又一层的覆盖着

我知道人生很美丽

所以我才努力的走下去

我知道

我需要帮助

我需要辅导

也许还需要治疗

但我倔强着不要别人帮我

我在努力着

你们

看到吗

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
creeps in this petty pace from day to day
to the last syllable of recorded time,
and all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.

Out, Out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
and then is heard no more; it is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
signifying nothing."

我什么都不想说了

暂别中。。。