| I wish i can throw my self down from great heights and fall endlessly below, letting go everything i known , every responsibility every worry, every emotion ,even all my memories and identity releasing every fiber of my existence and fade away.
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| She will be the death of me.
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| Old memories surface, old joys and feelings lure me. It may be true that things we cannot have make us want it more. Thinking of the events and the people tide together gave me such joy at least for that moment. However the times have changed the people are different. Old feelings are a distant memory. I do not have the conditions to restore them. Currently I am too bipolar to know what makes me truly happy. Rather than dwell on the past and trying to relive those memories, I need to explore new sensations bring in new existence to my life. I need new ways to experience life and find my new unique blissful emotions. My rebirth is at hand. |
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| Until the day I die.
I'll spill my heart for you.
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| Everyone around you might disagree on what you think. But the world is huge and there has to be one or two people that will agree with your thinking.
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