It's good because I'm not an Outdoor Jade

But the thing is not the word of praise, the word of admiration as when her emotional singer with the ' young man ' mountain city are still warm, salty periods that are the words blame, judgment, even verbal would be your treachery, the third person, eat porridge Bowl kicks ...

Acrid words of God to the extent I am haunted and that night when the team returned home after rain adoration of tell with friends I had dreamt. I dream to find yourself in Webster's.

It's good because I'm not an Outdoor Jade ...

In the dream, I found myself quietly sitting in a hotel room after a night of performances. Ringing the phone rang constantly, pour the continual messages that I don't want to know how much of that is the message, the phone of a loved one, how much is this reporter's, how much is the threat, verbal, how much is the partner's phone call cancel, cancel the contract advertising because I miss ' became bad '.

Sitting in front of a mirror, I broke the spirit page removal at a time and then suddenly turn to laugh.

Yes, just few minutes ago was still a Queen with dresses, glittering lipstick, pastel, are hundreds of people cheered his name screamed ... so that now only know alone, laughing alone, crying alone. Finally, after Andy Siem y, Andy glamour mask sheet, I was just a normal woman, weak and are feeling insecure, always need to dramatic.

I am not delusional good things will be permanent. I do not believe that everyone must be accountable to themselves. Is the person of the artist, I always remind myself that his life was no longer reserved for themselves anymore.

It has to be ' sold ' to the public in Exchange for fame, just rest a little corner in my heart is where I reside every time tired upset ... where the only reliable ... the most peaceful place ... where she's unique.

But turbulent to so fast and unexpectedly, I threw it, I dipped into the flood of pejorative words, it gives me pain to suffocate.They have put themselves into my circumstances does not, they have to live my life? There are people I don't understand that they can give the judge the rush,.

And suppose I have done wrong voices? In life everyone has mistakes, the mistake of only people like me, it seems like they give is unforgivable ... Because the majority out there that they have rights. But they don't know that I also have rights ... the right to silence and self heal the pain still being cut a deep blood ứa.

Anyway, I still have to live.

Despite knowing his back, front, left to right where there are also harsh pry your eyes ... Despite knowing his friends, his relatives were also accidentally carry out taunting verbal ... Despite seeing his father's sad eyes, tears quietly trying to swallow on her mother's ...

And my dear, my love for life in the mother's, are you upset veo no if school were friends because slurs trót has filled a famous mother Africa. They called my mother by the words obscene ... I'm so afraid my ears to hear the words, I'm so scared can't protect you from these hateful eyes, just pick mocking, cruel words out there.

The mother filled the wounds, mother willing to burden. Just worry about the wild young too, I know what to do here?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ...

The tears were not able to flow again.

The people-They have learned that, sometimes just one word can kill a human, faster than a thousand ten thousand blades.Wish I were alone, will only hurt me, no one will suffer the most damage.

I wish I could die, maybe this will all be over. One would let me, for the love ones around me.But I know its not dead. We have to stand up, to survive, must pass through the waves like to submerge herself down. Because many people still love, because I hurt many people. We have to protect those he loves. My life has never been perfect, perfect. Now knows, the more silent, more pain.

Startled woke after a few alarm bells, I feel lucky because not Webster's. I live a simple life.

Turns out, peace is happiness.=