心路旅程
May 12, 2008 – 2:30 pmThey’ve hurt me, over and over. Sometimes they know it, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes it’s really my fault, and sometimes it’s not.
They’ve been my source of strength, they’ve been the reason I don’t believe in myself.
I’ve cried more than a bucket of tears for all of them combined, had my heart broken into a million pieces.
At the end of it all, it seems like all that history doesn’t really matter today.
