It's story time .
There are countless stories I can pick from about me being bullied or starting a fight .
It's hard to wake up those memories , because I never win ... or I'm the silence victim . So it's never that pleasing to recall those events , flipping through those pages ...again .
Or you should say ... Lucky that I don't win . Or there will be a huge chance the other guy is in hospital and I'm in places I wouldn't never get out.. I never dare to really hit it.
My fist is weak ... Both mentally and physically.
And if there are other reasons being forgetful about these besides I'm a crowd . I guess the other reason is my mercy curb me away from these .
Some says happiness have no history ... Meaning varies . But for me , happiness may be the times of forgetting miserable events .
But it didn't mean Im trying to forget any , life doesn't works like that .
Happiness is not the only meaning of life .
After reading all these passages , you may figured out something weird ... It's seems like I'm not planning to tell any story .
To be honest , I didn't plan to mention any . It's not good to say them out .
Just like you wouldn't asked a victim from India how she is being raped ... Not pleasant
And I'm literally forgetful .
So what's the meaning of writing this ?
A useless blog ?
I write this for myself ... Actually... I hope that I'll never forget these events ... But also be forgetful about it .
One day if I accidentally tap in this post again ... I hope I can know ... Know how those scars in my heart feels like .
Blog five 11/12/2017 19:42
Location : Prince Edward Station... On my way back.#mtr
What does it feels like ? What does it feels like having no shades ? Having no shadows ?
I think I'll never know.
Be kind to others ... That's all I can say ,my love.
The last words are to life : Hit me ... I'm standing
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