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Purpose
Written @ 11:38 PM
She asked me to decide what I want.
I know, I am blaming myself for all these happening. Neglecting her, especially her fragile's feeling is really a huge mistake, and I not only do it once, but multiple times. Sometimes, I feel that I am really useless as her close one. Nevertheless, even with all these mistakes, I always want a lot of things from her.
I want her love.
I want her smile.
I want her care.
I want her support.
I want her touch.
I want her warmth.
I want her smell.

I need her...

I couldn't let go... I love her.

Depressed
Written @ 9:02 PM
Today, I tried to communicate with her. Just wanted to bring everything back together, so I try to start conversation in order to warm things up. Unfortunately, the ice is solid. It's too cold. I failed, and she said she can't talk to me as everything is alright. I understand.




























I just don't know what to do.

Dejection
Written @ 2:33 AM
I just don't know what to do. It's funny that everything can change in a split second, no matter how much you love the person, or even why you love the person at the first place. Love become hatred. Friendship become cold. I just can't accept.

Disastrous
Written @ 12:46 AM
Since I got nobody to talk to, and to expressing my emotions kept in me, I gonna use this platform as a empty space to throw my emotions.
I can't believe that, I literary ruined my love life. Being loyal alone is not enough. Is it me that hard to control? Or I am really that dumb. Thinking back again, I am always the one that advice people bout their relationship problem. Well, now I can't even take care my own basket. Me myself once said love is pure and not complicated. It's the human that make loves complicated. Idiotic isn't it that now I am the human that make love complicated.