Impulse is the devil, but I always can not stop the impulse. the more emotional of it, after the onset of hysteria Lengzheng daze staring at the roof lights, why I can not attack at the last moment died down to it.
happiness is real, such as the promise of happiness in life will always mixed with a little bit of discord factors. Friends say that I was too strong, and I can not can argue. Actually, I think, when staring at the lights, I still cry for that noise. inexplicable tears and the heart pain be spread. Maybe I'm on a certain day of a month to choose this way to ease the release of their depressed mood. but I ease, and I am happy, while others do.
overbearing stubborn willfulness tart, this is me. but I really do not like all my bad disadvantages. I try to change themselves, to change, just more changes the more it beyond recognition.
Well, I learned to understand a little bit Can someone? I learned more inclusive and generous, OK?
Well, I reflect upon it.
mask is dry , and honey honey. I went to wash to pay.
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