August 23, 2015

Being ignorance

Sometimes, I wish that I'm an ignorance. Because you know what, those who we care the most are the ones who will hurt us way painful than those common people. 

We tend to expect to be taken care back, or loved back by the ones we love or care. But the reality is not always like what we've expected. The gap between the reality and expectation is just hurt.

Oh well, probably we shouldn't have that expectation. Love without hoping to be loved back, and care without hoping back to be cared back; or just being the ignorance...

*Sunday night madness
*I don't know what's wrong with me
*random thought

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