یادداشت‌ها و برداشت‌ها

If she could possibly know what I can be aware of, what might she does? That's a deep deep question for me :)

And if she knew everything, what would happened?

Do I keep asking myself?

No

Of course not :)

But sometimes, I do ask it. But I can't look for the answer. Because I don't know!

So now.. let's talk about him :) shall I say this? I don't feel safe. The way your face is don't let me feel safe :) so... what do I gatta say but the acuall happenings to express my feelings? Do I bother not being able to express me? No. Surely not. I figured this out. But truely, deep, down, I was scared. Scared of the time when I got up... and my face would've been bloody... and you... oh I don't wanna say this! Are you here? Who knows? How could I know...? I don't have your IP address love... you're not her... so, how could I know? 

:)

At the end, shall I simply tnx the person who've been there to laugh with me every night and help me pass through, as it seems I took his time while I shouldn't. 

That's it all. The ambigiuty :)...