The Young Bubble

I hate myself for always losing things. I have lost over $2000 worth of merchandize from cameras to phones to clothes to actual money. $100 $20 Canon camera Some brand phone Canon camera Neck pillow Armani exchange glasses Iphone 4 tiny dainty gold rings Pashmina scarf Leather Jacket 500,000 won Jean Shirt A lot of water bottles A lot of earrings Lg phone vintage finger cuff Korean pen Striped cardigan Iphone 5s Medicated spectacles Samsung galaxy 3 I am sick and tired of this. I absolutely hate that things that I worked hard to get or that my friends and family especially thought I would appreciate or make good use of.  Its like oil is pouring down and nothing I do can hold the oil for a long time. I come up with plans and daily habits that should help me keep all my possessions in my possession.but on day i fail and it just slips out of my hands and into to storm drain that I am standing on never to be retrieved again. It like that my whole life. things I li

사랑이가 참 더러워요. Love is so dirty. Everybody craves it; everybody has received it; everybody has given it; sometimes there's a giving but there's never receiving and sometimes it's not reciprocated. That's how love is: multifaceted. And sometimes with the giving but not receiving it's not always that there isn't a mutual love it's just different languages. As in I understand love is this and I expect you to do this and I expect you to say this and you see love as saying this love is doing this and love is just sometimes unspoken. Sometimes one just feels as if love is articulated by the carbon and oxygen atoms that once inhabited our bodies forgetting that they to are preoccupied with their own electric relationships to bother with ours, yours, and theirs. Love is just like english: its different depending on which country you are in or even where your english tutor is from. In other words love is different depending on who you are and even your examples of