I need to be strong. to let no one see my weakness......

I can't drink red wine! so i won't.

I am myself, and this is the way i am. I am different. No one is the same.....

Weak for the last time. No more tears.

Don't pity me cos I cried. I do not know how else to express pain.

One day, I gona learn to drive.

Another day, I gona forget about that immature, sensitive little girl with a small heart.