

Everyone has their own secret. Someone likes to share them, but someone doesn't like to share. I shared, but I scare. If I don't, I'm moody with the secret which I can't find its answer. I scare, if I told, matter become worse. But, I found no one can really listen to me and share with me. I'm so..exhausted..tired..confused..I found, found that I really don't understand myself anymore, don't understand what I really want. I wish to find out the answer, but..
No, I don't have to find anymore, I found. found it... is this the thing that I really want?
no more "happy" birthday, it's a "sad" birthday.
Labels: carOlicious♥Thought, Secrets♥
by carOliciOus
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