Yep.

It seems nothing can cure me

每日巨型崩溃。

步行十五分钟去买蛋糕吃,寒风中收到高中好友问候,要给我寄明信片。

蛮害怕从过去走来的人问候我现在的,尤其是这位朋友。

“给我机会,让我也关心你”I hate it, although I'm a little touched. 

Then I found actually there was nothing I can talk to her.

为什么呢?

因为有时候你真的得相信有的人就是想装腔作势。FAKE FAKE 而已。我蛮希望我们都能真实点面对自己的,别再去粉饰了,挂电话前我几乎要脱口而出了 Dare u say some truths?Pathetic.


Sorry, I am just tired of being friendly.

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