December 2009
8 posts
Being tagged in a photo taken few years ago is like somebody has secretly took a photo from my dream.. to remind me that what happened is a bit more than just a dream.
I hate this sunday, when the party is over.
Money is spent and what’s left is only me crying alone on my desk alone.
And I have nothing by my side.
I hate those racist bullying, nationality bullying and office bullying around me.
Always scorching my already fragile mind and weakened soul, leaving the innermost surface wounded and exposed.
Yet I refuse to let the hard shell grow thick...
