Hello! This is the small little world I've been living in.
If you don't like me or what I'm writing. Simply click the little X button at the top right of the screen. ;D
I don't copy, I don't steal, I don't spam. I hope you don't do that too. :)
Hi! I'm Strawberry!
I'm always sweet but sometimes sour.
I have a husband, Honeydew. We live with my mum, Banana and my dad Papaya
Cheers! We are the awesomest food ever.
LOL Ignore that. This is me. But keep in mind. If you don't like me, or hate the way I post things. I'd appreciate you to get out of my blog.
I live in my own little world at times. I love animals, flowers, pretty clothes, heels, my family and friends, my food and everything that makes the world beautiful. I love all consumable foods especially my chocolates. I am not crazy. I am simply different. I'm also utterly obsessed with mermaids and I dream of becoming one someday.
I HATE copycats and spammers. So, if you're one of them, it's a sign that you should stay away. This is where I express most of me, so either you accept it or you don't.
♥ 06.09.1994 ♥
Time is what prevents everything from happening at once
Under the same sky, at a different time, is there another person waiting for me as well? I couldn't help but think of it over and over again as I re-watched Queen In Hyun's Man today. Though I only managed to watch some parts of it, it's already enough to change what I'm feeling inside for the day. To be told crazy when you bring up a piece of your own memory, it must be so ridiculous. What more when you're told that the person you spent so much time with wasn't real? It must be a real heart breaker, just thinking about it. When it was your memory to keep and cherish, others simply told you all those never happened before and that person never existed. It was merely a dream, and that person was just a little fragment of your dream- but you really loved that person and did think everything that happened between the both of you are all real. When you were so convinced that it's real and all of them are just lying to you, the doubts simply popped up. All you can do is cry over and over again, trying hard to remember whether it's real or not. When that little world you've lived in all these while ended up being condemned, you can't help but let out a tear or two. But no matter how much tears you've flooded them with, they still refuse to even nod once to make you feel better. In the end, it all turns to you. Whether to believe in yourself and your memories or to go with the reality that majority believes. But even so, that little piece of heart breaking memory will never cease no matter how the sands of time passes. You know you will still seek refuge in that hearty memory of yours. Even if it really never existed...
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