Hey there anyone who's reading my blog... Joanne is in a story-telling mood today, so let me tell you a story.Once upon a time, in a modernised world,A girl in an oversized black shirt who belongs to her bf's, board a bus down memory lane,but one thing remains,she's still alone.She was torn apart once,but wished for no more.The scene looks so familar,but she dare not think any further.As the thoughts finally got to her,she tasted tears in her throat, the salty, choking tears.She alighted at the stop,with radio blasting from her headphones.'Straight through the heart, Cant stop the bleeding' the lyric says.Acappella accompanied her down the dim lighted and narrow walkway.An urge of standing just in the middle of the busy road when the man turns red.So the girl in black went back to the empty dark house. With quiet footsteps, she walked barefoot in the empty house,she endured the cold bath which left her heart cold and as empty as the house she is in. This could have happened to me, but i got selfish and seek help before i fell into the bottomless pit of emo'ness. But sometimes being ignorant is a better choice.
I love roses, but with roses, comes the thorns too.
