 Wysłany: Pon 20:18, 16 Maj 2011 Temat postu: Sleep , my blog |
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closure of the blog has nothing to do with love, goodbye. Because the blog was carrying too much emotion, so the blog seemed only enough to show off the charm of emotion. repeatedly determined to shut down this blog, but there is always a regret and complex, so shut off open open as a door. I love this blog, I have intention of operating a blog. Yes, this blog came from the tribe Netease, homes for several years. Perhaps during the day, perhaps at night, the mood of the ups and downs, emotional ups and downs of human well-being of the world, where the record number of text. These words are mostly running account, as is the original record down to something, usually with time, will choose a revised and improved, and the text will be modified appear in someone else's eye. Attract or not attract attention, not that I want. Because there are many words, originally written for their own sake, for the day in a share of the feelings and write. Therefore, closure of the blog, would like to bid farewell to share emotions. Second, I am a slave to words, I have been so ridiculed himself, but throughout the text I was willing to be slaves. Once I am willing to try and come clean like the chronological himself recommended to several blog circles, so there will be some who will pass into the circle and my blog. So my personal feeling, on and off, if there seems no narrated to them. had also some friends who occasionally out of me, thinking of my feelings, my worldview, my people doing things to make some comments. See the blog, and from the guests Watches replica, a good time, so hard but still happy, I am here to work, where harvest. I was the passage of time, the hard living, hard feelings, hard work and happier life, but also gain a lot of good. days later, gradually, not many people here, many people just pass over from others, walk around Fake rolex watches for sale, leaving footprints. Once the log cabin, now sparsely populated, deserted. None of this relationship, the original intention had my blog open only to open it for yourself, ask yourself, do not also do this? Even on the net, and often no time to consider other people's space, often only pay attention to their friends that enjoy the blog and concern, there is no update. Whether in a forum once Omega replica, or your own space, I is not high profile, I do not seem to have no one comes, no one is seen, there is no one felt, with no human would understand too. but I care about you and expect you to come over, fuck if you stop and stay over heart, mind fuck if you ever hang around in my emotional world of the text over the world. Because we met because of the text, a considerable part of the text, for my acquaintance with you gradually piled up. When you have stopped watching the emotional edge of her mind, I was part of the text will be deleted, but the beautiful pieces I still remember very clearly. Emotional way is not smooth, but we walked all the way out. I know I am not reluctant to the network, the so-called nostalgia has also met you knew them, these six years, came together bit by bit moment. Yes, six years, it is the concept? Real life of six years, it is the turn on the network how many laps? Third, Yes, I like to see the footprints when you come, I like and are willing to listen to all the words you understand my voice, I like tempting you read the text on the expression revealed the imagination, I like smelling the fresh taste you've been. You are not the days, my words will remain for you a clip sent to a remote care and read you think, I like the porters, women, here waiting for you to appear. Most of the time, you come, I know you're busy when you are busy, only one hour lunch break to make themselves tired of the physical and mental relaxation, emotional freedom to soar. six years, this habit has been kept down. It was a no agreement of the encounter, not romantic, there is reunited with happy and sad parting, but we have each other passer-by. People throughout the world who is not who's passing through it? No matter what kind of met in the occasion, in a romantic or romantic place to meet, perhaps, looking eyes in the subway when you are enjoying the oncoming wind, and perhaps each other under the signs are all on the bus waiting at you are around each other. four, I like writing, I like the fingers deftly tapping on the keyboard keep the feeling, I like to look at the text line by line appear on the screen feel, I like to jump with their own exchange of thought and you feel like passing through the screen will give you the feeling of emotion, I like to feel your feelings. Of course, I also hope you can feel me, I like you care about my care. I expect you to write a text for me, as I left a mark on our dealings with each other emotionally. Of course, every time you always good to end my writing requirements. I can how? I can not forces you to make you bite the bullet for what I write Tag heuer, I know not. But I, after all, expect the. Even if you only write a few words for me, I will be very touched. I remember you wrote in mind that a cloud, subtle, delicate, beautiful. It was that year you gave me the best birthday present. holidays have passed, you idle heart recovered. I am weaving the holidays with the miss in your care, thought you would take some time to read my mind. But you went on a business trip, many days continuously. You say she has been busy business trip, I believe, so I did not ask you to do. Today you waiting for me, I thought you would take advantage of free time to take a look here. But you told me that you can not get in my space, so you go to turn other people's space, are read other people's words. I said no reason to get in, you always like when the tourists, of course you can not get in, and need to login. You said yes. when parting thoughts for several days turned into emotional landslide, you still did not come here. five, to read the blog in it? I asked you. That afternoon, a few days before the storm raging over the world, and that day, the sky clear, the afternoon breeze is tender. Not yet, then read the text just did not read the blog. You say. Can feel it when you talk wire side mouth smile. You always have such a laugh. not to say that afternoon, many things to do it? You do not go in, there will be time to feed it? I wonder, do not feel comfortable together, like a chicken bone stuck in my throat, to speak out. Began to reprove you. Even a fit of anger, you will never even think about coming here again, or I will delete the text. You know, my words a lot of accumulation for you, I thought I kind of emotion is a natural growing. Always such words, you do not see, I to whom? Only that, you do not care I care, do not care about my care, you do not know what I want. If so, then it met six years, what we have done? How did we come from? you have been to defend themselves, you said you always care about. If not, care about and care about, this feeling will be to now? You say I should fully understand the six years you. You say you are not a good friend, maybe too far away from my request. I am speechless, leaving a tear to the eye Sese. My heart is blocked, blocking panic. I am feeble excuse for you to feel helpless. conclusion can not be good or bad to you, only that you not care about me. If you really care about, you will know what I want. If you do not know, be care? In care about it? you in my accusation came in here, you left a few words. At the same time, I entered the blog, the permission is set to private status. So, you have no right to leave a comment, I will block you in the blog's door. In fact, this blog you have a password, you just do not use this privilege only. six, I went to where our common space, where you left off before the passage. you are specific, and also with the situation, and those I know. But your personality might be due the day of our communication, you are often shown not care about, perhaps only negligence, because you say you are a careless person. During this period we have had several shifting alliances, ambiguous, every time I was always this feeling can not be broken by hand, and you, you will not be broken. I understand the real feelings hard to come by on the network, I know that we maintain to this day I of this Love may be love, but you let me have a lot of confusion. Maybe you do not know me like you are in the world from your feelings away. you care about me, you really care about it? care about words, you're too simple and too easy. You do not know how to care about how much bearing the weight of the load is heavy with the pay, because these emotions are trapped in a secular beyond the Besieged City. Well, we said, be careful to care of each other, do not hurt each other. Some damage, not emotion felt by both sides at the same time, when one side feels the same pain in the chest was torn open like that it is, maybe the other party and not realize that they will not do anything wrong, why will I have such extraordinary move. seven, every time I'm not happy, you always choose silence. Do you want to wait for me impatient storm is over, and then warmth to appease the storm in the messy in my mind. the next two days, I need to calm down and think about it. Two days later, I will write to write a paragraph of text in your answers in the text bar. No matter how we end, I will remember those days we walked all the way. Farewell, my blog, do not, my feelings. Compilation finished the last words, sent over your phone. I tried to calm himself down. Out of the office, I went to the wall side of the yard, and that two star fruit tree, I was there among the thick green leaves, looking for fruit. Every day the fruit off the tree, a glance, did not seem thick hide among the leaves of several fruit. However, those few days after the storm, a tree was down at the floor of the carambola. Pained breath. this time, I prefer these to pieces lying on the ground as was a section of the fruit of love. If the feelings gone, far away from the main body of life, then there is life there is meaning and value? Tears, All of a sudden flooded out. Fed to a few others pick the fruit of the tree, I bite, not acid, but Sese, a little bitter. The past few days has been coughing the throat, into the contents of an original and pure. In our hearts, began pondering the past. eight, previous day, had gone men, and we have a future? I began to ask myself, beat yourself up. What makes you stick with it a stubborn, until today. What makes you so obsessed with and love, that it is difficult to extricate themselves. Emotional swamp, I was caught, no, is already caught, in the warmth of your plunged into. Perhaps one day I will lose themselves in the marsh, lost everything. What is love? What is the promise? Eachother, the end of time what is it? Should be made between you and I promise it? We like to say forget me. Mo anterior no friends, End of the World Grass numerous. I tell you. I felt like I calmed down. I thought myself, and I will try to correct the direction of travel. Dislocation of the walking will not let you feel confused. Dream of that intersection, there you, I do not want you to leave. You repeatedly said, a little eager to declare the mood. you do not want me to leave out the reason. My voice low and serious. Wu Bai song like reluctant. You simple and straightforward. impression so you said more than once, but you ultimately can not make about their feelings of empathy. What happens in life, we gave each other how much emotional exchanges, letting each other get what we have. Obviously like this person, but always can not change anything for this man. may, for each other, we have no responsibility, no rights and obligations, we had not done too much, it should not demand perfection. However, the feeling is it not an invisible promise it? nine, sleep, my beloved blog, my feelings, it is a bit tired. In another dawn came, perhaps you are holding the hands of the key has been unable to open the door of this fan, and if unable to open, how would you do? |
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