
Sunday, April 4, 2010, 4/04/2010 12:50:00 PM
I hate the fact of being back myself, after the night are gone.
The emptiness came back.
I hate the fact of being that same old me , after those times of great fall and heartache.
I hate to cry, and that's why I always smile and laugh, but all those isnt real.
Happiness doesnt feel as real as pain.