Screwed Up.

I love her. despite everything that I said, I love her. I miss her voice. I even dream her at night. she called me in my dream. I talked to her in my dream. I love you and this is for real. I am sorry for my words but that was not me, that was my anger. my ego and my pride. I never want you to feel sorry for me. for things that happened in my life. I just want to share them. like you sharing your stories with me too. I love you and I miss talking to you so much. I hope someday somehow you will read this.

do I have to change my link again? you screwed up my life, blog...