firstly,
i didnt know,how i could i start this part of story,all i could do now is,..
breathe in short cut breaths,..sweaty palms,couldnt type this acrylic keyboards that just sliped
of every key into wrong spelling error..i had my long tired day today...and that doesnt bother to ring me up,text me on the phone..i was currently pissed off back time..i basically doesnt know what that is doing..sighh..all i wished now,was my tones to rang up and speak to me..
sometimes i may think,is this really all true,when all around every corner seemed like made up..
i felt sometimes,i wanna break down...and i want to stop all this.
but i felt,theres something that i need to know about..
and im searching.

to know.


is that,
my true love?

i wouldnt want to end up in silent,cos stomach do rumble and it doesnt feels good
and the worst thing will be,when our eyes are set on tears..
i hate that love..
i dont want that to ever happen.
and i hate when tears fall..
cos im not born weak.
there aint anytime to show my soft side..
yes,i may ignore this part of feeling..but i couldnt help,but to just let things go.


i cant go on typing..

it feels sick..
sick of doing so.

i..

i gotta run.

find my way..

Name:elly
D.o.b:10/12/1992
age:18
passion:futebol
work:Mizuno sports house&
World of sports




-The other side of me-

Wa idol

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