dont turn back,
Thursday, July 8, 2010
this is going to be the last, i promise.just let me pour everything out. go away if you think that im trying to attract attention here or anything. i dont need any comments.
把泪擦一擦说结束吧. 和他的童话放回书架, 就当回忆是张借书卡 记录我的傻, 感情去了哪. 有些人的心门钥匙只有一把. 既然不是我, 我不会做假. 说祝福的话我暂时没办法. 放手是长大, 是伟大, 还是爱就得学潇洒?
yesyesyes i got the message. crystal clear. just a beautiful dream isnt it? i've woken up from my dream and i have to go back to where i came from. didnt want to, but i have to. you can't blame me for falling in love with you right?
dreams. wishes. dreams. wishes.
just tell me straight if you want me to forget, if you want me to let go, or even if you find me a nuisance. just dont ignore me, dont pretend that you didnt see me, because that's not going to help.
i can do it, just give me some time. promise that i'll leave you alone. *cross my heart.
this is the last time.
i'm not going to your profile every single day anymore. i'm not going to check if you're online every single time i come online anymore. i'm not going to open the conversation and stare at it like an idiot, waiting for you to talk to me anymore. i'm not yearning for miracles to happen anymore. i'm not going school early anymore. i'm not going to flood my wall with stuff relating to you anymore. i'm not making any secret codes ever again. i'm not going to cry anymore. i'm going to stop thinking of you. i'm waking up. i'm moving on. i'm not waiting anymore.
one last time, 543726, ily.
off you go into that drawer, im locking it up for eternity.
stupid girl, there's no fairytales, no forever, no promises. and of course, no miracles.
smile.
thanks for those memory, thanks for that beautiful dream. thank you a million, zillion, billion. for everything.
learnt pretty much.
i dont want any comment on this post please. if you've no idea what i'm talking about, then too bad.
anyways, super thank girls for everything :) dont have to worry about me anymore :) (L)
& happy 3rd month-sary to XiaoYu and her hubby :) last long (L)
one last time, one last smile. does the word sorry heal a wound?
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