THE START OF CLEANSETHEHEART.

I felt it.
I sensed it.
And now I knew it.
I have to keep it.

Why didn't you tell me.
It's like I didn't meant anything to you at all.
Where's trust?
Inside your pocket,
Locked up.

LALARLAHS now I'd rather you tell me.
Try being honest.
Because I'm starting to try not understanding you anymore.

I admire the way you broke one promise because of the other.
But can't you just keep both of them intact and fulfilled?
if not, then what's the point of even promising?


THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE I CRY OUT MY SORROWS.
THIS SHALL BE MY NEW BLOG.




http://tanntheheart.blogspot.com is such a dangerous place now.
I'd rather not let people know.
Like why the fricking hell they should.


Being depressed can be classified differently.
One is that you are so depressed that you just can't stop letting others know.
And then you get caught, they give you the solution, and you can't act that way anymore.

The other part of depresses is that you don't wanna tell them anything.
Because you went through it before.
You know how they think of you after they know.
You wonder what they are going to do.
And you get so tensed that you don't wanna let them know anymore.
Even when you, in the world feel like telling them so.



I've been trying to act my age really hard.
It's tough.
But I have determination to overcome this.
In the meantime, this blog will be here to keep several thoughts which are in the way.
So that they don't obsticate me walking finish this path.

It feels so cold.
And sometimes I wonder why things are like this.
But I'd have to pretend to see them like nothing is wrong.

I DON'T NEED THE ATTENTION.
I DON'T WANT THE ATTENTION.
KEEP ME AWAY FROM THE ATTENTION.
KEEP ME IN THE DARK.
KEEP ME LIKE HOW I TO BE KEPT.

And at the end of the day,
you'll know what's wrong.