Today, a day that I let the time lapse of regret. A friend of mine told me that if you write something about my motorcycle police detention on my blog, he will read it. Really I was detained motorcycle but I do not think it is happy to bring up my blog to add laughter to everyone. Part of my precious time just goes by the regret of myself. Outside the hustle life is drifting away. Yet here I am again waiting for a bit of hope that those of you that I had never met on the Internet. So I always get from their rhetoric. Vain promise, a life with no way out is gradually closed the only door in front of me.
Did I really live in the illusion !!!??? I always impossible dream of a life where some people were spreading west in my heart. The lack of love has made me fascinated by people who were tough I suppose. By now I realize that sometimes life is not like we think.Until then known that for some people, it was too late. The fact that I am painting the illusion. I realize that the lives of western and oriental people like me is so different. Perhaps the only similarity I just left in the material values. Without money, we would not do something about it.
Today raining. Afternoon rains come suddenly stretched to make a quick sunset. Dog barks, the sound of motorcycles is not noisy crowds filled the space in my cramped room. Maybe it was because my feeling too heavy. I sat in a dark corner of the room did not even turn on the lights intently on the computer screen in search of hope half of my life. I still hope from a distant place that someone noticed me. Vietnamese people say we are already running on the highway is no way back. In life we have nothing else running on the highway?
Dark night sky, my sister called and expressed my disappointment about. In tone it’s something my sister made me want to cry and choke depression. She did not know that my heart is really messing up. I know she worries about me a lot. In my eyes she looks like a juvenile. I am the son of her day. All expectations once on my sister does not seem to pass the threshold of frustration. I do not know it had nothing more than the sorry life. Sorry my sister and my mother. Does anyone understand the thoughts of my self is not a dutiful son. Sadness can not share the same who had pulled me into a dark corner of life. These promises are only promises. I must forget everything and try to live a more meaningful life in the future. Forget the discreet relationship for so long that I did not tell anyone.
Today I received a letter from that friend in my world. The words in the letter was wet, but I thought it very difficult at this time. Structured around only in the vulgar words to refine your mince. For me the flowers is due to the rash of child care rates are only valid on the matter than is the wild flowers bloom between the mud puddle full of flavor but mentally sharp.
… I picked up the phone to call my girlfriend i knew for more than three years ago. Thank heavens she still remained strong and optimistic day. Who knows we’re thinking of something!
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