Rubbish Bin

Saturday, January 3, 2009

i know what's wrong with me. Probably everyone I've ever met was hurt. And probably they were all hurt by me. Even just once. And what's so wrong is that to me it doesn't matter right now but if something happens to them, i could not recognize myself when I feel my heart beats so fast. I don't know why, but my soul must have gottenso used to laughing and smiling my heart out even when those problems come that when someone I love gets hurt I coiuldn't understand what was happening to me.

anyway, i don't want to get into details so, yeah. let's just go with this: to all those I've hurt because you think i don't care...
maybe you just don't know that i really do.




Labels: emotions, sad, sorry


PG e i g h t e e n stepped on your garbage at 4:21 AM

My Story.
Call me Gan.
But what's in a name?
Does it matter?
Will my name really show you who I am deep inside, where I hide?
Can my name really give you the picture of my heart, its pains and sorrows in its past?
But what the heck.

Call me Gan.

Thrown Away
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
April 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009

Garbage
a mirror of mine; my reflection.
a multiply of mine.
the stories of a sister.
the memories of a friend.



Thrown Away
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
April 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009

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