Pol Pot of Cambodia...

I so want to stop clicking the search button everytime i am on FB just to see the activity...

I am truly hoping that I could stop staring at the same dimple on Instagram thinking of the clarity...

I am honestly praying that every time one catches one breath one would feel my misery...

I do wish that one would see me in every teary songs and thought of one's fault immediately...

One could be the sweetest honey one can ever lay on the lips...

One would be as cruel as Pol Pot of Cambodia who kills the weaks...

One should be the channel of energy not an oil that leaks in the ocean by a drilling rigs...

One ought to pretend that leaving without a notice is better than a goodbye kiss...

Ooohhhhh that sudden paused at the peak of an amazing chat is shocking...

Ooohhhhh that hidden the end note on the phone screen is greatly killing...

Really bombarding... Seriously perishing...

One could be the sweetest honey one can ever lay on the lips...

One would be as cruel as Pol Pot of Cambodia who kills the weaks...

One should be the channel of energy not an oil that leaks in the ocean by a drilling rigs...

One ought to pretend that leaving without a notice is better than a goodbye kiss...

This is a mental blocking but...

This is bone cracking...