Loneliness

Pencil: I'm sorry Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong. Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time. Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad...

I am BAD in ENGLISH BUT I can tell you That I LOVE YOU ...I am BAD in GEOGRAPHY BUT I can tell you That you LIVE in my HEART I am BAD in HISTORY BUT I can REMEMBER When I FIRST saw you I am BAD in CHEMISTRY BUT I can tell WHATS the REACTION when you SMILE I am BAD in PHYSICS BUT I can tell the INTENSITY of SPARK of my EYES when they SEE you I am BAD in every SUBJECT BUT I can TELL ALL I will PASS all SUBJECTS If the TOPIC is YOU!!! ♥♥

huahuahua.. damn boring.. duno wat 2 do?? juz nw,i clean my room.. n i found a buk... accly,its belong 2 ma sis.. TELL ME WHY?

It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm. I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together. She said, "I miss you." I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home." She did not open up her umbrell...

happy valentine's day my dear frenz.. be hapi wif ur loved ones..   express ur love to ur loved 1 before it's too late... plz read tiz quotes... " I try to talk to you, but I don't know what to say.  I am afraid you don't want me to say anything.  So I don't.  But inside of me there are words waiting to come out.  And tell you how I feel-like how I miss you.  And how I love you despite my broken heart.  And how I need you in my life.  And especially how much I want you.  But those words may forever stay in my heart-locked inside.  Sometimes I wonder if there are words locked inside you too...  but I'll never know."