(那时候的我,一直都在想,依赖和恋爱到底有什么不一样?如果过去一切的一切都只是我的错觉而已,那我过去的感觉也未免太过逼真,真实了。)

Yes, this is a world which belong to me, where i can express myself freely here. But this is not a normal world. At here, snow is no longer white; shiny day also won't appear here. Here is the hell for a dark angel, a world which belong to the dark angel.

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Sunday 11 September 2011

我想家了。
原来我还是很不成熟的。
原来面对问题时,我还是会想逃回专属于我的避风港。
原来家始终我的避风港。

我很想回家去充一充电啊。
爷爷嬷嬷,你们在天上要保佑我哦。
保佑我以后可以有能力独当一面,不用再动不动就想逃。

希望我可以再成熟一点,反来担担家里的一切。
老妈子,辛苦你了。I love you, mum!


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