Perhaps, you think I'm just a text in the woman, not pretty, still have lotus. In fact, all personnel, I see in the eye, in mind.

Words are my feelings and experiences, but most of the time, can say is not the most profound, can not say it is try to stop but cannot.

So you can according to the text to understand me, but from the text, and you can't really understand my heart. Sometimes, people need to know a friend, and most of the time I also don't want to be seen through his own heart, no place to escape. So tangled me ah, only reconcile oneself to one's situation.

Some people say: "others you are calm and indifferent, but you behind this has experienced many stories", admittedly, I now depends on my past experiences, not many people know, also does not need to be known, my life is a mystery, you deliberately solution don't open the title, only know, just talk.

For my story, the outcome is good or bad, have nothing to do with you, isn't it? Every time I am very consciously closed space alone, catharsis, or comments off, alone indulgence, purpose is to avoid in an outsider, disturb your heart. I this person is very real, very real, kick up a cloud of dust don't like people, in front of us different attitude. We no matter how, in the face of outsiders, even for a moment ago is divided, the second will together common external (foreign, such as friends in good faith, since when did not speak). Therefore, how to encourage or incite, or malignant, I do not want to become a space of the joke, disrupt your my mood. Besides, I also believe in each other, not affected by external around. Really, really hope that everyone do their own, to give others a square free.

Everyone is a player, dancing in large or small stage, some less audience, some too many audience, not always be just perfect, but I think nobody is willing to become a clown on stage, the others ridicule. Of course, everyone will be the authorities and onlookers, no clear water to fish, don't expect too much on others, or people will not go the same way.

2013, to me is a special year, even more is suffering, but I believe, everything will be the past.

In fact, sometimes, memories of pain is also a kind of happiness, when all the wind light cloud light, when no longer remembered pain, those who experience is wealth, I one one.

Summary 2013, breakdown of these people, these things, managed to clear your head, give an account of their own.