choking with grief and tears.
speaker viberates, "all i need is a little love in my life, all i need is a little love in the dark, a little but hoping it might kickstart, me and my broken heart--" self pity is unecessary. i planned the whole thing but i went too far.

"shotgun, aimed at my heart, you got one, tear me apart and then some, how do we call this love" rixton's me and my broken heart. i feel like i am in pieces, drawning in regret and hopeless, falling apart-- but the song is right about one thing-- HOW DO WE CALL THIS LOVE?

唉

there is no way to start all over again-- twenty days later, i will go to maryland, several hundreds of miles away, and i would never ever see him again. this ending is NOT what i expected. what about "happy ever after"? your promises turn out are nothing in the end.

being controlled. ive been losing control of all these things, flashing between us. the insults, i didnt mean it. but no matter what, we would never be the same again. i losed. i losed too much, gave out too much... i just hope that you can remember me, even after i am gone. even in a hatred way, i dont care.... i just wanna carve my name, my existance in your memory, or better, on your heart.

you said, "good, leave." "move on. forget me." you said i hate you. i dont hate you, i never meant to harm you that way, and i dont even know you can hack in my account and see all my comversation record..... i dont mean it.

“我只能永远读着对白”

you will not forgive me this time. i knew it. thank you for leaving me happy memories, about someone had really cared about me, loved me, an American, loved me, eventhough my english and my grammer is crappy.... a memory. that is the most precious thing after all... My apologies about everything i have done that hurt you.

you know what? the saddest thing is i said goodbye, and i knew i wont still be able to say hello again. would we?

i will remember you. i will move on and on, find my new life in a new city-- but i wont forget you.

D'awwwww
I hope you'll find happiness in the future!

hate me, laugh at me, say anything all you want... i dont care, i just want to say, all these are for love. because of love.

"may be, some part of you just hate me, why do we call this love"
love is a assassination of a person's heart.

you crash a plate on the ground. it shatters. now say sorry to it. will it become as perfect and wholesome as before?