The daily rantings

"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Naïveté

I can't comprehend the disappointment I have in you. I thought you've changed. Wishful thinkings. Dreaming and dreaming til' it seems so real. Guess I was wrong. Guess I've always been wrong.

Fuck this blog. I sound like an idiot who can't control her emotions and is always sad and angry. Ha-ha.

Or maybe I really am an idiot who can't control her emotions and is always sad and angry... Hmm.

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