Rubbish Bin

Friday, June 26, 2009

Even we can't turn ourselves around.

I treat every person differently. I have never known why, but it seems that way. The problem with that? Whenever I 'change', I never know how to go back. What's wrong with not going back? How annoying it is to hear that from someone that changed too. Y'see, I have these friends that changed, so long ago, and I changed how I treated them. Then it started turning difficult. They want me to change back. Do you know how much it hurts to hear someone tell you that you're not the person they came to love? That's why I don't tell them that THEY changed. I couldn't tell them that I can't change back. That I do NOT know how.

That however it might hurt me hearing those words from them I can not turn myself around. :((((((

I'll change back when you can turn the world to face the sun.

Labels: change, friends, harmony, sad, sun


PG e i g h t e e n stepped on your garbage at 11:06 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
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Garbage
a mirror of mine; my reflection.
a multiply of mine.
the stories of a sister.
the memories of a friend.



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