Lonely time
08:53, 2009-May-5
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Lonely time, a person driving the mouse, and constantly refresh the page. Bored when the remote control in hand and kept changing the channel. Still can not find a page interesting, or want to find a program. What is loneliness? Anne said that loneliness is the rain listening to the voice of sleep. Is in the wind looking at the white cherry blossom petals falling gently, think of a person who ever loved. I often take calls, the feeling of helplessness. Thought, which is what I call the time in the 3 o39clock, you can play over the past a clear conscience? Browser over and over cheap obama shoes again, no. Over and over again to find, or not.
Friend, my friend is also not less not more. Advocating the concept of friendship. Fortunately, they are generous people who do not mind why I do not contact them, why not look for them. This gave me comfort.
What can not write the word. I do not know. Love, to write to write, and love to love to the story are the same for me. We are not always figure in the drama, you can ups, continue to the noisy sweet feelings. Experienced so much, and finally understand that is part of the plain truth. I have said, are not too happy I am. However, close to the time when the sad, I do not know. I do not understand is too silly or too stupid?
City of love will never escape the fixed pattern. Love, in a long time after the habit is not tired. I do not know if shoes I am again a new feeling, it is the hope of it, or had already smell the tragic outcome. Young lover, or romantic, or the feelings plain. Love all people, it has not yet open, has been new ugg mini boots shownold and over in the decay. If we take a look around the side of love that is also just middling.
Very dark night, or sleep. Sitting in bed with a pillow. Some feareyes, looked at all dark. Are reminded of some clips, I think, is not I have to tear up these clips, so I spentlonely days? Soft ears are circled and sorrow of the music or songs, those lyricsobsession, listening to people cry. I stubbornly believe that if these songs were written for me, sing for me ... ...
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