daymare

I dreamed about love. Suddenly woken up in the middle of the night, start to,or more likely to say,can't stop thinking about it, about that kind of feeling, hard sweet and bitter. Wether I finally budge from the stable boring circled life to be with another man who is not handsome noir good to me. Would I don't but fake a smile telling him love as what I used to do in the past. Just for being single too much time, might I still waste my limited life in lying to myself or anyone else which I just in need of someone's company but try to persuade myself and another guy involved regarding it as love. I know me. I'm a so much fickle lot, can be easily seduced by sort of just-for-fun thing, and make a I-know-I-will-going-to-be-regretdecision. Always, all ways.