Rubbish Bin

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

but behind this happy girl is a story to tell, a story to tell, to anyone who would listen.

Today, I have the guts to ask myself, what happens when I couldn't take it anymore? Inside me, lies a story, so hidden, unknown, that though I laugh, I know I feel guilt, I don't want to keep hiding behind the covers that I myself have created. How can I stay untainted with sadness knowing that from somewhere, I've tried to forget my memories? Who knew that I would be hiding an embarrasing past...

One I just WISH I could tell.

Labels: friends, guilt, hide, sad, sayoonara

PG e i g h t e e n stepped on your garbage at 7:35 PM

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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