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 Posted: Thu 5:22, 14 Oct 2010 Post subject: MAC Cosmetics Discount Past can smoke it |
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Past can smoke it?
Past can smoke it? I just kind of cell within the girl, because my silence and cold, and arrogant, I almost no friends. But this kind of life I do not feel lonely, I'm willing to go its own way, and there is nothing bad one, phase I feel very free. I can do the things you like, I can have heart. I also want to have to care about me, take care of me, I can depend on in bad times,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you can give me warm. I know this is difficult, because I was kind of difficult to do, and find a known to have been easy. So I had to stay away from groups, weaving a thick cocoon wrapped in layers of his own, all armed is just a hypocritical mask. In fact, I have been waiting for, hope that one day my prince in my side, good me. His appearance I was shocked, he was not my type, that is not, Moreover, his girlfriend of many years has been a phase. He did not brilliant, no Poetry and Italy, not soft and considerate, and he did not understand me, not at all. But his eyes, one thing fascinated me, it is a touch of sadness. I do not understand is how, since when have him in my heart, I often think he compared him why he happy or unhappy, to smooth his wrinkled brow. Of course, I will not let him know that I'm not the kind of active girl, I never show it in front of him, I know we is not possible, this is only a dream I have nothing more. I want every day with him, I want to do his loyal audience, do not want too much. But I'm always in front of him overbearing, always against him. Every time I say 'no' when my heart is aching, I do not want this, but I can not help myself, really. I do not pay too much,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I fear that this feeling is not the result, I do not want to hurt yourself. So I just deeply disguised, buried in the bottom of my heart to feel, let the tears stay in the heart. I want to own as it is a game, a dream only, do not be too serious. I thought so, but I was wrong, until now I still did not forget him, can not forget him, even give up high. I paid the ultimate truth, or hurt myself. Maybe I'm wrong, do not know how to express feeling, but do not know how to face his own the. Just like a rose with thorns, and perhaps blind hardships of pregnancy, only this time for the brilliant, but also fear of the flowering season is short, only the heart locked. In fact, I also vulnerable flowers, barbed just to protect themselves. He was the first into my life, I first did not escape the feeling Do not tell me, I never admit that he is I do, but at least I have in mind tacitly. I have thought of, as long as the heart over it, there have been so, why it must be forever? Have they not been a happy, to be here to leave a good thing, what harm is it? Do not have to spend pray, to have a child together memories for the future is enough, too many want to lose some good things. Maybe I asked too much, in this sense has not really started before, had ended. I am a bear all the sorrow, the tears that I was the only one to know, I would like to pretend do not care, forced a smile first. Now everything is like a broken dream, but I am still immersed in the dream afraid of waking, dreaming is still all to start over. I kept asking myself, what is the most real? What kind of give it the most? Does anyone know they not wake up drunk with a kind of happiness? Before long I will leave Shenzhen,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], perhaps no opportunity to meet the future, it may meet again into the already white-haired. I can not do anything, my self-esteem so that I can not find him, because he may have forgotten me. I do not know if what I would do after he left, I will remember him? I want to hate him, but it is not hate it, because I never blame him. His choice was right, all this would have no result,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], why should they let it continue it? But I hate myself, why let us meet Hentian met it? I can not say the past without regret, then the short, happy child is always very little, because my office. I am very depressed about the future dark however, I do not know Where is the way, what should go on their own. In a sense, he really broke my heart, now I do not want to cry, perhaps the most cherished sense of the most easily broken, to the deep pain I have numb. Nearly scared, I was so can not afford to blow. When all is over all, when all the memories are no longer, I had to wake up. I have been living in a bubble that, I have been longing for the kind of brilliant novels, but I do not know it in reality is another one looks like. Maybe I hang on is a forever the highest power, silly words. Perhaps the legend far as if I never go into the legend, the story can only flow in the legend of his own tears. Although things are not back to the past, although all the dead have been unable to retain the remaining sub had to move forward. If a stranger, but also a good channel sound treasure, the wind in the rain, a good place to go I would. Although the separation and condensation together all our fate, since each was the other side to keep in mind, why should they keep a tear for the day and night and can not be sad. But I really want to know whether he still remember me and would like to know whether he would occasionally think of me, also want to know if he put a really, really want to know why he chose to leave me ... ... now all of the has no meaning for me, I do not know where his heart. Is such contradictions, when the total loss will have to wait until the real treasure then thought would not be so, like I do now, obviously that would like him or pretend to care about the former, why am I so hypocritical, such timid. I can only write in the Diary will be remembered and not forgotten maybe he forget about me, well, students such as tea,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], with a touch of sadness. Could it be that only by memories of my life, memories are a singing, joys and sorrows; memories of a glass of wine, taste the ups and downs; memories of a book, remember that gloomy; recalls a painting, painted with emotions. Yes, memories can I extract from the birth of the treasures of past, or some raw sentiment. But I must learn to forget, the experience of happiness is not easy to stay in my heart, and painful events of the past but it is memorable, in a timely manner to lay down the burden of the mind in order to make life easier. I'm just a brief moment in your life, I was just a glimpse of a meteor. But I really can not forget, even if short is also a margin, as the inside of the two stars in the Milky Way, in the same night a glorious harvest. Life such as seasons, was originally to keep injury and recovery. Have experienced, no matter the pain or failure, is a valuable raw experience, once the pain with you to today's mature and strong. Have failed to bring you today's harvest and success. This is my story, my long process of painful memories. I write it down, because I value a sense of this paragraph, attention to this section of unforgettable memories.
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