If you give them the chance.

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don't sell your heart,

Sunday, July 17, 2011

RIP godma

RIP my dearest godma, I love you. Up till now, I still can't accept the fact that she's gone, forever. This is the 2nd/3rd time in my entire life that i've cried so hard. The first time was abt 8 years ago.. It hurts, it hurts losing someone you love. It hurts seeing someone you love walk away from your life. Life's a bitch. I have to stay strong, I need to. Godma, you'll remain in our hearts forever. I miss you):
I have no idea why i'm back to blogging, just had the urge to blog. I'm sorry for hurting you back then, I was selfish. I just wanted to leave before I'm the one getting hurt. Well, no point crying over split milk. Thanks for the memories, i love you.

don't say we're not meant to be.