Hanging near the edge

Talking every words in my heart is the least I can do. And, it is hurt when hearing, "Why are you still pondering... ?"

No! It is the 想念 xiang3 nian4! Understand?

All I need is the little concern, comfort and support; the selfless listening ears that you once said, "Go on! I don't mind!" until I am dead tired of it.

I know what to do. In fact, perfectly well. Continuously saying, I don't know, is just an excuse I gave to myself.

Never mind. Whenever I am trying to type something in replace of the words coming out of my mouth, I just don't feel like saying anymore. Whether do you really get what I mean or understand how I really feel, it doesn't matter anymore either.



I'm sorry people. I'm really trying my best.

And, I understand.