Maybe the title of this prose is too broad to indicate, women are more sensitive than men, so i always expressly showed my emotion and passion directly to the one i loved. However, things are not following the consequence that i mostly wanted it to be.The one you love the most is always the one you hate the most.I experience this while i don't know when i shall conquer it.
I hope and pray to god that please let the first time be the last time. Nevertheless ,I found me, myself always in the weakest time of my experienced life when I wanted to forget someone and something i really have been caring about.
Then i rely on music,on friends,on working,on studying to set aside my concentration of painful things.I lie to myself that this is the last time and after this period i shall forget all about him and forgive all the past,till i am truely let the bygones be bygones.
Fortunately,though weak,i hold the last piece of strength to fight againest the human being's weakness gripped in the deepest mind. I would like to thank all my friends, those who are willing to share my sorrow,comfort me and who have carefully listened to me,making me a heart broken child sobing in their arms.
Desperation is not as fearful as its cover,trust yourself as you hope you would be.
