Nhưng.Ái chà,cái chữ "nhưng" mới đáng ghét sao!Dòng đời xô đẩy,thế sự xoay vần.Tôi chẳng lãnh đạo được bao lâu.1 ngày kia,các nhà sản xuất vĩ đại đã chế ra SSM đời sau.Y hệt như phim hoạt hình đi từ 2D lên 3D,SSM 2D giờ đã thành già nua và cổ lỗ.Các đệ tử lũ lượt bỏ môn phái ra đi.Tất nhiên là đi về chỗ tụ hội các SSM 3D văn minh.Và chả cần nói thì ai cũng hiểu "văn minh" đầu tiên ở chỗ Kẻ-mà-ai-cũng-biết-là-ai-đấy!Vâng,chính là tên Vương Dương đáng ghét.
1 ngày,khi tôi vừa giăng status hình chữ vạch ra trên nền cát thì xuất hiện 1 loạt status hình mây 3D vây quanh!Tôi uất ức gỡ xuống,cả ngày hì hục chế ra status khác-đợi đến tối treo lên phục thù.
Đêm.Quẹt mồ hôi thở phào và bắn lên status hình nến cháy làm hết hơi mới xong.Chưa kịp tận hưởng vẻ êm đềm khi nhìn những đốm nến sáng in bóng xuống mặt sông,thì trong mắt tôi bùng lên những status ghép từ kim cương 3D lấp lánh!
Lần đầu tiên kể từ khi có SSM,tôi đi ngủ mà ko để lại 1 status nào trên trời.
1 ngày,khi tôi vừa giăng status hình chữ vạch ra trên nền cát thì xuất hiện 1 loạt status hình mây 3D vây quanh!Tôi uất ức gỡ xuống,cả ngày hì hục chế ra status khác-đợi đến tối treo lên phục thù.
Đêm.Quẹt mồ hôi thở phào và bắn lên status hình nến cháy làm hết hơi mới xong.Chưa kịp tận hưởng vẻ êm đềm khi nhìn những đốm nến sáng in bóng xuống mặt sông,thì trong mắt tôi bùng lên những status ghép từ kim cương 3D lấp lánh!
Lần đầu tiên kể từ khi có SSM,tôi đi ngủ mà ko để lại 1 status nào trên trời.
Rosella
Heyy there, I know in my last entry I 発言しました I would write on Friday- but I didn't. Theres actually loads of things that have happened to me in the last few days/week. Im not gonna tell あなた though! I had no コメント on the last entry but as soon as I get some feedback im gonna start 書く to あなた again- Im a very busy person. I go to school, I play football (soccer-(Im english)-) along with my 書く I also sing alot so I have many things to do/practice. Go look for my last entry and あなた will understand partly why im jabbering on :) 愛 to the people of the earth~ Cait xxx- 20th September 2011
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good 日 sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my 本 to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good 日 sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my 本 to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my ハート, 心 is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my ハート, 心 is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
