Love is something neither easy nor complicated. However it has been bothering people for centuries and many of us couldn't figure out how on earth it works. Staying up so late on a weekday night, is to consult 2 friends simultaneously on msn about LOVE issue. I suddenly feel myself is so dedicated and caring, advising them on LOVE on a weekday's midnight...
When talking about other people's problems, we tend to be more brave and open, all kinds of ideas run through the head, all the do's and don'ts, all the should and shouldn't. Acting like an experienced expert, being an outsider really helps us to see things more clearly. Looks as if I'm Ms know-all as I'm trying my best to ease people's pain. However, every word i said, seemed like a spur prick into my heart, it's bleeding inside, quietly without anybody knowing.
I'm a kid who doesn't like to ask questions, in study, in life, in everything. All my questions are swallowed in and kept inside my stomach, nobody knows as I seldom bring them up. People keep on asking me what is love, why is love like this, what should i do in this kind of love... Oh, my...I'm very pandai when talk only, if you ask me to implement all the words I said, sorry to say so, I don't have the bravery.
I used to have the habit of pouring out everything to Nora everytime I'm back home, I call it "empty my recycle bin", so I can start a new phase of life. As I'm becoming more and more stubborn, I try my best not to bring up unhappy issues and keep all the rotten apples with myself. But I'm getting more and more coward, I've lost the courage when I was younger. I'd rather call it "coward" than "matured", sad, isn't it?
Tangled, over some matters, what is right and what is wrong, what am I supposed to do, I don't know...I know you know, then please give me an answer