To Thine Own Self Be True,am really trying to find my inner self.
Thursday, 25 November 2010
The raining season was back. Cool wind breeze coldly on my face,messing up my hair,and made me shivered. No warmth against me. I hate rainy days.
How I wish the wind can drift away the lament I'd faced. how I wish the heavy pouring rain can wash away the guilt inside me. how I wish the filthy raindrops can fall on my face,hard and chill. so that feeling against the icy liquid,no one can sees my tears. how I wished I could freeze to death. Ugly truths. Spoilt friendships. Sea of guilt. What's left? Broken hearts. Y.