rooché fooche

Years passed. I've learned a lot of things during that time. People do come and go. First, I ever knew what it feels to lose someone you love. How people can easily come and slip away. How love turned to hatred. And how I barely recognize that I hurt other people's feeling. Till now, I've done much bad things that other people seems never imagined. At some point, I really scared to let people come closer to me, and found that they'll get hurt because of me. I wanna say sorry to them. I shouldn't let them in on the first place, if I found that they'll end up in so much pain in the end. Maybe for my own (and other people) sake in the future, I wont let people get closer to me. I don't wanna trapped in this circle of guilt. I don't wanna start something that I couldn't finish. It was really painful when you see yourself hurt other people feelings. Feeling is a gift from God. It is holy and sacred, and no one deserve to break it. Maybe God created us in...

“Edward thought about everything that had happened to him in his short life. What kind of adventures would you have if you were in the world for a century? The old doll said, “I wonder who will come for me this time. Someone will come. Someone always comes. Who will it be?” “I don’t care if anyone comes for me,” said Edward. “But that’s dreadful,” said the old doll. “There’s no point in going on if you feel that way. No point at all. You must be filled with expectancy. You must be awash in hope. You must wonder who will love you, whom you will love next.” “I am done with being loved,” Edward told her. “I’m done with loving. It’s too painful.” “Pish,” said the old doll. “Where is your courage?” “Somewhere else, I guess,” said Edward. “You disappoint me,” she said. “You disappoint me greatly. If you have no intention of loving or being loved, then the whole journey is pointless. You might as well leap from this shelf right now and let yourself shatter into a million piec...