I just turned 29 this October 6, and I have experienced a lot during this past year. I enjoy writing and reading.
It occurred to me that only when a fruit falls of, it rots after a while. A ripe fruit without the tree also rots when left with another that is already rotten.
I often fly with the winds of imagination And my heart for a few moments believed That the love in movies with its great sensation Is real but that is how I let myself be deceived Here I was again,...
I wonder why it is hard for some people to say 'I'm sorry'. This kind of attitude is what causes one's hear to break.
Every now and then, I stop myself from being in rage and anger. I cannot be angry from anyone, especially those who have not learned the same lessons I have.
Dear friend, Before you read this letter, take a note that I do not mean any insult by writing it. I am merely writing it as a result of my frustration.
I've previously learned this lesson a while ago - the hard way, and that is to NOT expect much from people.