Un blog d'une rêveur, écrivain sceptique, randonnée adolescent, impuissant romantique, mélancolique sanguin, et décorer l'artiste dans la fabrication.

 

Random Talk with B #1

B: Well, it's better for us not to depend or fall too deep in boys. You know, they sometimes do this and that, promise us heaven, but then they were actually just... Saying lies.

Me: Yeah. And they could move easily... I wonder what kind of magic spell they use to be able to obliviate memories and forget feelings in no time.

B: Hahaha.. Right. You're right. They never deserve your tears, dear. There are heaps of other things that are worth being cried over.

Me: No doubt to your lines, B... Why should I cry and fight for them, if they were never even there? If all they have to me was only a hazy, feeble, and most importantly, temporary feelings? Guess I have to learn how to play, instead of being played. (evilsmirk)

B: (evilsmirk) that's my girl. Let's play the game!

Me & B: Cheers! (toast)