Peut-ĂȘtre nous n'avons pas besoin d'amour. Peut-ĂȘtre c'est une aide que nous avons vraiment besoin (Maybe we don't need love after all. Maybe help it what we really need)

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Life is merely a journey to the grave, but to make the journey become a beautiful parade or a dark mourning ceremony is all in your hand.

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July 17, 2014

It Can Get A Little Bit Lonely Here.

I know we must not think that being together in a relationship will solve everything. There are many proofs of things happen the other way around. There are sayings everywhere to let you find and get your happiness first coz love can always catch up. There are pain from the past that keeps reminding me about how I should not carelessly fall into it again.

Yet it can get a little bit lonely here.

I regretted those moments when I spend my time fooling around. I almost got married. I fell in love so hard. I put my hopes too high. I loved someone far far away once. I cheated. I got cheated with. I lied. I was deceived. I dumped. I got dumped. That's love. That's life. That's the scars ornamenting this weak beating heart. It hurts until now.

Yet it can get a little bit lonely here.

I'm happy to see many of my friends manage to survive in relationship. Their maturity may be the reason. The ability to accept and to compromise. The power to believe and to be trusted. The continuous innocence and energy... I have none of those. Yet people still come. And it always ended up the same way. And I'm tired of this nonsense.

Yet it can get a little bit lonely here.

I worked. I studied. I ran away. I tried everything. I did everything. I lied to everyone. I lied to myself. I make people think they know me. I let them think I am happy. I know life will be easier when they know nothing. No one understands. No one will. But I don't know... I still don't want to be lonely.

Yet I still am a little lonely here.

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