december26
I never liked sports. I don't know why I don't. But...when you are such a klutz whose face was always meant to hit the floor...it wasn't such a weird thing to hate.
Everynight...from my slumber, I am waked by my harshest dreams and nightmares...those nightmares when everyone I know was there around me... except for the man I only ever loved.
I wake everynight...waiting for him to come once again and meet me at the balcony. But Romeo never came...it was just the moonless night that accompanied me for the rest of the night.
The blotches of my pen were the mirrors of my soul.
The blotches of ink in my paper reflects the stain of my personality.