On one stormy sea.
Thursday, January 15, 20099:38 PM
Despair and misery. Such the agony of it. Sigh. Biding farewell to my loved ones at nine. It's not what I want, not what I've chose. But it's definitely for the better me.
I hate to leave home, with all the tears come rushing at one go, so rapid to the brim, but never spilling.
But this is for the good. For who knows poverty is inevitable the next decade. And it's for the betterment. Of my loved ones.
But as a consolation, I'll be meeting my baby soon. And my cousemates. Oh. How much I've missed them.*My darlings; one missing*
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