Friday, November 15, 2013

At the last point of time, at the beginning of time, one thing remains unchanged. And that is my identification. It is easy to believe yourself, but it is hard to believe other. When your trust is broken by someone, you may not believe anyone easily. And I believe no one. I have been searching someone to share all my secrets but I have not found anyone. There are many friends in my life and all of them know very little about me. I love to hide my secrets. After all, pain should attack with full speed, otherwise the enjoyment of feeling pain is not got properly.