26/F/Algeria At 24 she writes: "My aim is now to pour out 500 chaste words in order, symmetry and taste–no matter what they mean...But do please remember that if I am heartless when I write, I am very sentimental really, only I don't know how to express it." 6 followers / 606 words
myself urges to understand with no capacity to bear despair i try to rest somewhere between the thoughts i am unable to sense sweet words: a full well illusion
Today I choose to step on my thwarted unhappy-self just before the week ends I am a cheerful face! As much I think of myself being I include the other Why do I have such a tendency all week?