rocks damn paper.

no more thinking about it. no more.

Everything is put together as a trap.

Depressed. Hai... Everything was a phoney. It's FAKE.

everything is true. We can't have the best of both world. Damn it. Anyway, expected.

a huge coke. to burp loudly.

everynight before i sleep, i really wonder why...

the waiting feeling yet hates the waiting thing.

to know how to breathe slow.

that i might not get my E72 tmr...T_T