Picasa is the box of memories. All My memories comes back. Every guys
who have hurt Me. 3 days have left since I left My ex. I couldn’t
stand him anymore. Now, when I’m looking on a pictures with him, I see
his beauty face. Why his heart hadn’t been so beauty as his face was? He
wasn’t my first love. I thought that he will be My cure for breaking
heart. But he wasn’t. He was son of a bitch, who uses Me and not even
respected. I knew it, but I was so afraid of lonelyness. He wasn’t worth
it. And here I am. Girl with a broken heart, who wants to write her
story. She needs this. Let’s see her secrets.
Mantis~
