Well,

don’t know of what till i become so easily centimentil as this..

Listening some melancholic songs, read some melodramatic stories, almost make me cry.

Suddenly a hard feeling come accross my heart poundring me with imaginations.

I just need to be loved that’s all.

But a big question then shows up after that statements, what kind of love?
i’ve had people around me who perhaps just love me as it is.

but i just need more

an unconditionally love, a just the way i am love, a 24×7 love, a deep, pure, but also passionate love, and even this sounds so cheap, a till the end love..

bah!!!

i’m too very centimentil to write this crap..

please, people!