Obey him as your King, Treat him as your King, Respect him as your King, Trust him as your King, But… Don’t forget… You are his Queen, You’re a Queen to your King…


Dear Diary, 

Again, here as I talked you a lot in a clock of somewhere. You are always with me,  you never failed as I want to talk you badly. You are always there,  letting me towards you. You spoiled me as I write as much as I do…

Everything about is inked to you, you is much and I love damn much.


Goodnight Lullaby

It’s rainy night atmosphere, hearing drops are not rare to my ear. I actually wrote a lot since the day was started.  Yes!  I used to talked on sheets and marked it with my words. I am happy doing that, I mean at least I feel little relieved. I may sounds the weirdest being in this world because I acted beyond normal. Or this is just an affect of huge impact?  If you know me,  then you must probably know. Some personalized important thingy I mean a part of this story must gone due to their reasonable reasons and users cannot do anything instead should be respected and being thankful at least I enjoyed it in short span of time. And I can assure one thing to keep it until my last kick. Since I almost  done from my diary then I came here, sounds not contented expressing there.  LOL!  Enough for now… Goodnight lullaby.