My Heart.

My heart has been bruised, hurt, battered, cracked, and torn apart in many small pieces.

It hurt so bad I thought I had died, and that my heart will never beat again.

Now that my heart has just managed a weak beat; will you cherish it, or would you, like many others, tear apart those old wounds and render my heart irreparable?

Omg.

Super nua today. Dunch feel like working at all. :(

Missing you..

Secret.

I can't sleep well if I don't hear your voice. I foresee the day I can't sleep well if I'm not in your arms is near...