For a person who have no care or don't give a damn for such thing called love -whatsoever, I feel bad for the other people who have the idea of loving me.
Just, what is love exactly? Why people can be so sure about that kind of thing? Have they ever had a second thought about that? Any idea?
If only I am now is the person in 10 or 12 years ago, I might still having the idea of love. But the way I am now is a bitch. I believe one or two people think like that about me. Some maybe think that I am stupid.
Oh really. It's just I had it enough. My fantasy about love was gone long ago. It's just, I begun to believe that my prince charming never exist.
The thing is I never care to wanting to understand.
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