time flies.

I am seriously stressed before November starts.
Need some time and tears but sadly i dun have.

when I was heading back to hall
I wish I could meet you and cry on your shoulder like a child.

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one. two. three.

that’s how i torture myself.
i hate myself when facing every little bits from you.

you dun care.
just like how you did when i was crying in the street.

you dun know how much it hurts.
nope, you know, but you dun care.

sometimes i really want an explanation for everything.

i know, everyone is correct.
they are simply living the lives they want.

how about me?

if i could not hurt anyone, then let me hurt myself.

to make me feel better.

又一封寄不出的信。

每天捧著電話電腦像傻了一樣其實很累,
我的心很累。

我需要工作,更需要些時間冷靜自己。
如果眼淚可以讓我好過點......

極念舊後患太多。

我想哭,你可不可以暫時別要睡,
陪著我,像最初相識我當時未怕累。

期待你的花會開 其實自己也都討厭期待

甚麼都怯。

人大了,現實了。

你用青春大膽假設,我卻將失去活成一種獲得。

有些夢,做一次就夠了。

有時候只想靜靜待在房間,
聽聽自己的心聲。

到最後明白最好不應得一次
曾伴我捱大過 應該會知

到底我在想甚麼。