i wish that wasn't my imagination... that sweet imagination which I wanted to be a experience a beautiful sweet experience but all it give me was a fake hope....
I am hurt but I don't know why...I cry but I don't know why...
my heart hurt
I cry
but I don't know why
I had a past which I don't know... everything is turning darker I don't know me...I don't know me... how will someone else know?
I'm the perfect defination of imperfection... WHY? why me? I am falling deeper into an abyss where unlucky people fall... where comics, chat stories, novels end my world start... would u like to go in my world? A world made by me...!
