Putting down the past is no easy feat. Why do I feel nothing? The credits go to 'work'. Pack up my feelings and show my fake smile all day long. I have acquired nicknames like 'joker' and 'LOL-er' at my workplace. Where do I get my sense of humour? From the surrounding and recent things that have changed me.....
A promise is a promise. Promise to myself never, ever to fall in love again. Friends ask why? 'need money! You sponsor me then I go find girlfriend?' is my stupid answer. The real answer lies deep down in my scarred and feeble heart.
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