Saturday, April 4, 2015
#302 I have a story
There is a girl.She's very strong and upbeat, all warm and happy when you first look at her. No, maybe at times she may look like uncivilized moron (especially when you meet here on her first day of monthly period). But, yes, overall, she never looks terribly sad. She never looks like she's unhappy. She looks just fine. Somebody even told her she looks like she never gets angry because she (indeed) never does. She likes to comfort everybody around her, honestly, even sometimes she cares too much to other people she forgets herself. She never putrs herself first when it comes about people she loves.
But sometimes people misuses her characters.
She knows. She never forgets. But she cares so much about them she always ends up doing nothing, especially from the fact she got that no one really understands her they keep doing things she doesn't fit into. She always apologizes first. She always feels guilty first. She gets very sensitive and anxious even if it's not really about her. But nobody ever really knows.
She's always there to understand you but maybe you never notice. She's always there to please you but maybe you've never been really there to spot her teary eyes, waiting for your "I'm here" statement. No.
But it's okay. She refuses to believe anyway. She never offers trust anyway. She never lets people in anyway. She loves people around her without ever demanding to be trusted, anyway. She has an iron heart, she has endured much, much pain before today. She never cries anyway.
Her heart is a secret garden and the wall is very high.
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