" I was born with the word 'sorrow' printed on my forehead ", I usually say that, even though I don't like it at all! What a pity that after many years sunken in the well of loneliness, the happy time for me has only lasted for a few months. The hell is getting back to me when my natural love has been discontinued, when I had to get back to myself again. I love nature, I'd love to be natural... but I have to stop it, my most natural love, for the one I love. "How can it be?" I'm always wondering... Maybe I'm born to be alone, and maybe I'm better to be alone! But my heart doesnot say that! It seems easier for me to live when I was a child (in a lonely childhood), when my heart didnot know how to say a single word, when almost all of my behaviours are controlled by my head. At that time, I didnot know what is love, I didnot "waste my time" on the sadness when no one loves me, when no one plays with me, or even when my parents arg