They asked me, "Why you do it." And I said, "Because I want it." Then they said again. "Then why you complain? Bear with it." An article passing my twitter timeline " A sign of broken heart, find someone to talk." I laugh because I know, it's know what a broken - hearted person want. Not someone to talk. We need someone to trust or maybe not we. It's me. I need someone to trust yet, I don't trust anyone. I know that I don't trust anyone at all. I live in a world of I don't know what to say. No one will really get you.
