I cried . I feel like dying.

Eye never tell lies , it show the real you.

What's my dream ? My dream is to be happy.

I don't read fairytales anymore because I know there's ain't happily ever after in life.

Once a flirt always a flirt.

One hurt invites another, on and on until the original injury is all but forgotten in the chaos of what follows.

This world is full of broken things: broken hearts and broken promises , broken people.

I kinda miss lower seconday care free life

Someone laughing out loud while looking at text , then I was like STFU .

I am studying