Love, maybe it is love. he is my super-kind boy, he is my everything.

he is hers, but mine too. he is not always there to help and cheer me up, but i always try to think what positive and understood that now he have another girl. i loved, cried, mad and smiles just because of you changing my mood everyday. i never find anyone else but you, you have those miracle words to make me and used me like a slave to change my mind or not. it’s okay cause you’re my one and true love. but whats make angry is.. my friend came and you greet her everyday, like usual kind-people do, but everyday and forget to answer my mention, its kinda sucks and i don’t like it. i hate it, i do, i am very very angry and sad that you forgot about me. and what hurts me a lot is you change your heart to another those two girls and just throw me like a trash.

what a like about eggs is the color, the taste and especially, the SMELL.