It's Sunday and it's been a tough week for both my academic, social and private lives, and Saturday night was when it's all come to the worst. Someone has always told me that hearts do break, though it doesn't mean they were made to be broken. And when you're dreaming with a broken heart... no, it doesn't happen to me. When I have a broken heart I don't wanna go to sleep, because I can't sleep, because heartbreaks are painful. Very, very painful, and this pain I feel make me sleepless. I wonder how I could feel so brokenhearted when I didn't even feel a thing towards somebody before. I mean, I don't know what happened. I might kind of like him years ago, and it's really YEARS, but it wasn't anything serious or big or anything. Now what happened? Why do I feel this pain? What kind of pain is this? I need someone to talk to, but this kind of matter isn't very important that people won't understand. I must be too sensitive or just stupid. The two pictures above shows exactly how I feel and what I wanna say right now.
Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
I believe that there is such a thing as coincidence, that there is some good in bad people, that at the end of the tunnel, there's still light, and that not everything in life is as beautiful as a sunrise in Paris's Trocadero, so I choose to believe that we just need to have a little faith, because faith is what gets us moving.
It's Sunday and it's been a tough week for both my academic, social and private lives, and Saturday night was when it's all come to the worst. Someone has always told me that hearts do break, though it doesn't mean they were made to be broken. And when you're dreaming with a broken heart... no, it doesn't happen to me. When I have a broken heart I don't wanna go to sleep, because I can't sleep, because heartbreaks are painful. Very, very painful, and this pain I feel make me sleepless. I wonder how I could feel so brokenhearted when I didn't even feel a thing towards somebody before. I mean, I don't know what happened. I might kind of like him years ago, and it's really YEARS, but it wasn't anything serious or big or anything. Now what happened? Why do I feel this pain? What kind of pain is this? I need someone to talk to, but this kind of matter isn't very important that people won't understand. I must be too sensitive or just stupid. The two pictures above shows exactly how I feel and what I wanna say right now.
