There're times that there're no dates on my diary pages..
There're times that I would go mad and stranded in my own island..
And that time no ones can save me..but me..
But then again, I remember I have you...
Now, still this time..I still have you...
But now I lost in me..
And I feel I don't want to go out..
Not now..when my shell is warm and protected..
But you still be nice and wait for me...
Sometimes I wonder, why won't you mad?
But then again, I take it back...
We need you more when you are cold headed.
But you are not cold hearted.
Sometimes I still have to remind it myself...
Call me selfish, it's what I am.
But he's mine, and mine only.
--talk about God, yours, possessions. That feelings of ownership. But then again, nothing is real in this world, unless you believe in God.
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