04 Oct 2008 - 10:55:10 am
The happiness is the remote abstract illusion all the time
There are too many parameters in life, too much uneasiness, too much one is puzzled, too many regrets, too much helplessness, the too much one is too much. Need me not to know how to resist more. Then I become numb, make and make the best of things, the more ones that thought are, it is the more to be disappointed. It would be better not to think. | (the reason why what I have become of 639 is cruel)
Has passed on 21 blank birthday, do not know why others are so important, but I am so cool. Perhaps is never used to just never remembering or pestering.
It is uneasy that the stock market has shaken recently, glide all the way, the ones that got are in popular anxiety, or sad or happiness. People's mood is rising one after another with this stock market now in the main. It is a blessing I am not. Ha ha ^ ! ^ (I guarantee not to take pleasure in other's misfortune | )
Climate turn cool gradually, this let people a bit, have warm thing can drive away bottom of heart dark of corner finally happily more or less. Can be by shining shining one's own stale mood safely at last. (the sun was not so sinister at last, (* ^ _ _ ^ *) Ha ha The ones that welcomed this year to the yearning in last spring bringing are magnificent and bright and beautiful. The gentle sunshine sees through the window warm body, but can not reach the heart after all. The slight wind is blowing my hair not again very long, then the one that have to mock stares flankly.
In this long river in years, all of my obedient Lies are arrogant and is rubed flat. In this course, have forgotten a lot of people and a lot of things, has remembered a lot of people and a lot of things too. Once for a time proud insistance, consuming bit by bit of now. Misty future, the step back and forth wanders up and down in a little boundless and indistinct expression in one's eyes and uneasy heart.
Happy, while talking about this word, I always go like the thing that water of rumour arise. All happy people of now are children who she is concerned about, but I am the child abandoned by her, I do not know why I do not demand her favor. What I do is not enough, OK? (this, who knows, anyway I am this moral integrity, a little sad, but this's me)
The child, always like calling oneself like this, because I have not learnt the adult's thinking way yet, such a child has nothing to do with age. No longer inmature, it is pitiful but it is simple to remain unchanged.
It used to darks to be only because dark to let me think, settle down, can interfere one's own mood, sad or the happiness is all no longer hidden. Wonder why lacks the person of sense of safety always likes night. Loses meaninglessly if perhaps never wait until. The ones that want loudly laugh, the ones that but connected with change of the sunshine are so dazzling, make people blinding, have smiled out the tears, slight on the canthus, stealthily.
All sad or happy capitals are one's own. This is my only thing worthy to be proud, because my happiness, anger, grief and joy do not belong to anyone. And will no longer belong to anyone. I am not your nobody, because you will be my nobody.
The happiness is the remote abstract illusion all the time. Been wanting to find one's own soul an outlet all the time, but the way is too far, there is no home
There are too many parameters in life, too much uneasiness, too much one is puzzled, too many regrets, too much helplessness, the too much one is too much. Need me not to know how to resist more. Then I become numb, make and make the best of things, the more ones that thought are, it is the more to be disappointed. It would be better not to think. | (the reason why what I have become of 639 is cruel)
Has passed on 21 blank birthday, do not know why others are so important, but I am so cool. Perhaps is never used to just never remembering or pestering.
It is uneasy that the stock market has shaken recently, glide all the way, the ones that got are in popular anxiety, or sad or happiness. People's mood is rising one after another with this stock market now in the main. It is a blessing I am not. Ha ha ^ ! ^ (I guarantee not to take pleasure in other's misfortune | )
Climate turn cool gradually, this let people a bit, have warm thing can drive away bottom of heart dark of corner finally happily more or less. Can be by shining shining one's own stale mood safely at last. (the sun was not so sinister at last, (* ^ _ _ ^ *) Ha ha The ones that welcomed this year to the yearning in last spring bringing are magnificent and bright and beautiful. The gentle sunshine sees through the window warm body, but can not reach the heart after all. The slight wind is blowing my hair not again very long, then the one that have to mock stares flankly.
In this long river in years, all of my obedient Lies are arrogant and is rubed flat. In this course, have forgotten a lot of people and a lot of things, has remembered a lot of people and a lot of things too. Once for a time proud insistance, consuming bit by bit of now. Misty future, the step back and forth wanders up and down in a little boundless and indistinct expression in one's eyes and uneasy heart.
Happy, while talking about this word, I always go like the thing that water of rumour arise. All happy people of now are children who she is concerned about, but I am the child abandoned by her, I do not know why I do not demand her favor. What I do is not enough, OK? (this, who knows, anyway I am this moral integrity, a little sad, but this's me)
The child, always like calling oneself like this, because I have not learnt the adult's thinking way yet, such a child has nothing to do with age. No longer inmature, it is pitiful but it is simple to remain unchanged.
It used to darks to be only because dark to let me think, settle down, can interfere one's own mood, sad or the happiness is all no longer hidden. Wonder why lacks the person of sense of safety always likes night. Loses meaninglessly if perhaps never wait until. The ones that want loudly laugh, the ones that but connected with change of the sunshine are so dazzling, make people blinding, have smiled out the tears, slight on the canthus, stealthily.
All sad or happy capitals are one's own. This is my only thing worthy to be proud, because my happiness, anger, grief and joy do not belong to anyone. And will no longer belong to anyone. I am not your nobody, because you will be my nobody.
The happiness is the remote abstract illusion all the time. Been wanting to find one's own soul an outlet all the time, but the way is too far, there is no home
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