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you say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. you say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. you say that you love wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. this is why I'm afraid....that's what you said.
Senin, 06 Mei 2013 ; The truth
You see that girl? she looks so happy, right?
Smilling, telling jokes, having a great time and...... dying inside.
She's hurt. And tired. Tired all of the drama, tired of not being good enough, tired of life. But, she doesn't want to look dramatic, weak and attention seeking. So she keeps it all inside. Acts like everything's perfect but cries at night. So everybody thinks that she's the happiest person they know. That she had no problems and her life is perfect. If only they knew the truth.......
That girl is me. :)