Apr 11, 2009

missinglink

The truth about our overwhelmed expectation, really is something.
How it seems that the reality always disagree with our will, and plans have just become a useless effort and more worst, word.
But how do we always manage to keep doing it, over again. Like love, for instants. Finding how easy I found people with some sort of heavy trauma of loving somebody, because of massive heart broken.
Why didn’t I have it?! Why do me hungrily trying to sniff out, hovering boys onto replacement, instead. My defense is wobbling off. It’s like a lamp switch. On and off. Over and over and over…
Expectation frightens, not yourself, but somebody else. How u keep yapping about what will happen, it scares people out. What if it doesn’t work? What happened to us?!