Sept 2nd.
A man’s love is just like the sands in hourglass. At first they’re overflowing but in the end, it always ends and left nothing but air… I know it from the time when dad started being a drunkard and brought tons of women to the house. He was Beating mom like crazy, left us in sorrow after we had a lot of happiness that I thought it would be forever. Man’s love has a limit, and when it comes, no matter how much you begging, crying, and tell them that you still need them, they won’t love you anymore. They become sick of you and start to treat you like a crap. That’s what I see, that’s what I understand about it. a man’s love.
That’s why I will never fall in love. Never, even if it’s just a dream. I hate man, and I hate a stupid idea of me being captive to one of their kind. -
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Oct. 3rd
People say, if you wanna be a stronger one, you should conquer your fears. I have no fear, even for being alone. but yet why I feel my body start being shutted down?
Maybe its because you’re tired of being a solo runner. Why you don’t just go find someone to rely on?
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"Oh crap…" I stare at that handwriting. Again. I never feel depressed and embarrassed at once before . How dare he -or she or whoever it is- reads someone else’s note and leaves a stupid scratch on it.
"What’s goin on?" Kenny comes and directly sits on front seat of mine.
"uh? Nope, nothing," just someone who found my note read all my blabbering and mock on every sentence I wrote.