At some point I think isn't a gift. It's a routine of tragedy and we must life with so much constant thing till the rest.And sadly, we must survive and appreciate it. But where the goods of never ending tears, trouble and worry? God said everything's gonna be alright if we believe. Well I have believe that shit for so long and life ain't got me something good. Just another weary, another swelled eyes, another broken heart with more shits around.
I still don't get it. Where's the wrong of loving someone? I love Red more than I can say. And I don't care is my family dislike him. I don't need approvement for anything I love or want. They just got to except the fact that I choose Red for life. And I will choose him over them if they still being stubborn.
And right now I am so, so tired of life and I wish I can just forget it but I can't. I gotta fight for it. Fight for love. Silly and I never thought I would said that against my family and everything I had on the stake. But, well, I did.
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