January 2011
December 2010
It's just not easy to explain to someone else what you don't understand yourself.
When I was five years old, mum always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down “happy”. The told me I didn’t understand the assignment and I told them they didnt understand life.
What I don’t understand is how a person can tell you so many lies and never feel bad about it.
