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when you're working, you don't think. It's when you are all alone in your room when the sadness smear your heart.
I really had high hopes. Even with all the differences. I did believe for a brief moment that love will conquer all.

Even now I still want to believe that all will mended. Silly isn't it?

It's as though I am wishing for LA to snow in August.
all lost... because of my fear of neglect and my impatient bad temper. sigh..

work, so I won't think anymore. that's all I can do..now...