Tuesday, July 28, 2009

UNFAIR.


I wish God will be fairer.
If not today I will not be this way.
It feels like end of the world.
I do hope I have the courage to commit suicide.
But I don't have it.

Roy, I miss you.
Well, life is unfair.

Thank you for loving me.
I love you, like how deep the sea is.
I love you, like how beautiful the sky is.
I love you, like I always do.
I love you, till my last breath I'll still love you.









Thank you for loving me, always.