thing is not actually that bad;
it just means that i have to keep on lying to myself;
with the fact that;
no matter how many people i meet;
you will always be the scale i use to measure them;
i know this is really not fair;
but there's really nothing i can about this stubborn part of me;
with this;
i applogize deeply.
“别来这一套，别向我一直道歉，烦！”； “我又惹恼你什么了？”； “你就不能对我好一点”； “我对你那里不好了?”； “我不知道，你不要说话了，好不好？”； 你知道吗？我懊恼的是自己； 在生自己的闷气； 我所要求你的其中一个品质是不多话； 我只想要有一个人、牵着我的手、坐在一起、没有说话、就这样； 很难吗？
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