what goes around comes bck ,guess its tru after all...no wonder why my mom brought me into this wierd world ,bt one thng i hv learnt is tht no passion in the world is equal to the passion to alter sm1's else draft....
lyf is hard...
we meet only to separate ,..and gather memories so as to regain our strength in tyms of sorrow and trouble
bt why do we cry...mayb cryng is good after all ...imagen a world without tears ,..when we feel the pain yet we wont cry....
dreadful isnt t...lyk a tupedo...no wonder