The daily rantings

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

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

run.

why do we keep running back to the same thing that makes us want to run away in the first place?

no matter how much I want to, I can't. I thought there'd be care or even concern. but I guess, whatever.

goodnight world. I guess I always hope for too much and the basic expectations I always think that there should be will never be met.

because I'm too damn demanding, perhaps. oh well.

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