Before I know him, I always thought that the world no one can understand me, I am the most lonely.
Every time like a fool to tell others your hobby, your experience, your views on everything, just want to someone can understand your feeling of the heart. Can return is doesn't matter, no one care about your feelings. No matter you are happy, or sad, or sad, and the like were sharp needles, deeply hurt my heart. Heartbroken, finally and one day to prevent it being hurt again, you must lock it up, don't let anyone come into contact with, do you think you are no longer sad...
Whenever night comes, however, think of mom, still can't help but shed tears, but you can't cry in the daytime, because you can not let others see your vulnerability. I have been think parents' love is eternal, no matter how the time is gone, you how again, mom won't change, but I was wrong, wrong. Originally, from which the car travel, means that she is becoming more and more far away from me, she didn't come back, I lost her, I pretend doesn't matter, only oneself know, heart in drop of blood, it is very painful, very painful, really very painful...
Ya can understand my pain, for him, I know that I am lucky, and my mother at least 14 years of memories, but he doesn't even have a moment recall memories, sometimes really do not understand the adults, why attached to us these children suffer together, we are innocent, dad always said she was here in front of me is bad, how bad, there is always force me to call her back, call me crying she came back, I can't do that, can't do that, really can't do that, I will not cry, will not cry to call her back, she hated amoi will not come, I would not keep, don't come back will never come back. In you don't answer my phone, that