:::Depression:::
I really wish the outcome will change but in the end is still the same. Most of the weekend faces tears and sorrow, same to last weekend.
Don’t which to face anymore. Roses are still roses, although it is beautiful on the surface but the torn is still cutting. Giving hope to someone means giving them chances to hurt me over and over again. Yesterday is the funeral of our love. I knew I’ll be in sorrow but hopefully it won’t be long coz I knew you won’t been hurt as deep as I am.
