We just have a odd day. That's is all.
Should I cry or be thankful that at least nothing worse happened to us?
Bad day is good day.
I don't know how to handle this feeling.
I wish to stop thinking of that event, but the brain do it for me.
I thought I had slept for a long while, when I opened my eyes, it just passed 3 hours.
A dream will gone, a truth will keep forever.
A bad day, started from the morning, finger got hurted by the paper box, bleeding, I thought bad luck had gone. Maybe, not enough.
Anyway, I love you all. May the Guardian Angels watch closer on us.
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