I'm now into a certain point of time, where I hated all holidays and wishing that it would not be like this again. I remember myself with them all over again, they'll gone now and the saddest thing to say... "moving on is the key to live tomorrow" None of this is the things are always what I wanted, things like this was been made by something, something I eager to know what is. Sad,lonely,hopeless... But, hey! I'm not like that, It's only because, I missed them and it turns out like hating this kind of week of the month in a year. I realize each day what I wanted to be, but I'm still creating the foundation of achieving it someday... Planning/Organizing/Anylizing and all that stuff. Head over again my wishes is still the same.
12/16/12
12/16/12