re de pa na ga

"....Meaningless Keepsakes
She just said, "Just don't hurt my butterflies!", and then, she cried her self to sleep, again.

Title Explanation:
It's tragic the trouble we go to, sometimes, to protect things that are long now dead, both material or immaterial. Like relationships that don't deserve any more effort. But we keep holding on to them, like keepsakes, meaningless
Like dead butterfiles, stuck beneath a pane of glass [or, for lack of a better word, grave]"

that's not mine,but describes exactly my day.i feel wrecked.
people sometimes show so much hate without any specific reason.i ll never learn how to deal with that stuff.

maybe it's cause i always think that people are honest and polite and kind.

ante peise oti den eisai elefantas....