Only For Those

In the middle of the night

Clearly, it's already almost four o'clcok now

I can't even hear anything noisy now

The best way that will help me a lot is to trust myself

Though it's highly riskly.

I packed.

I need to do things to calm me down.

My life is a pile of mess.

I mean, speaking of my personality and my points of view.

These two things ruin stuff I cherish.

Still, having an ideal friend is not a piece of cake.

From time to time Ive doubted.

I blamed myself for my own weakness.

I don't stand isolation.

Cause that's not me, the one who claims he can accept isolated feeling.

Sure, I am desperate to have a girlfriend.

A girl that I like a lot, shes gonna be the one that is not only my best friend but a closest lover.

As the songs played, time flew away like a bird that just escaped from a trap.

Seriously, I packed.

But who cares.

I mean this is obviously not a place I wanna stay any longer.

Here, is just not so perfect for a pathetic person.

I have dream.

Or should I say, I had a dream.

That there is really a person who knows me, that willing to understand me, and accompany me.

Faith could change when things didn't work in a correct formula.

The outcome might hurt, a lot.

I know that good views won't always  exist.

I try so hard to understand that in every period of my life, true friends won't appear.

You know, life, people around come and go.

People whom you cares about might have new friends, and gradully forgot me myself.

Samantha, if I can, I would spend all the valuable things of my life on your amazing live-again opportunity.

How great it is! You just had an accident then BANG! you forget everthing youve done in your life.

I am not a talented person.

I am ordinary, I am not that funny.

My pride is just as small as a tinist ant.

So

I pack.

Returning home and lingering around my beloved place are cheerful.

Does it happen to mean something important?

Things I am never aware of?

This recent life in this university of KS have forced me put the definition of my life in this way: still heavily pathetic.

Totally, I feel the same way, how ironical it is?

I wish I didn't start my life in 1988.

The strongly devestating feeling is like thousands of pins beneath me.

Let me make it straight

I am always the one who can stand unbelievably still to yell.

I always have that right to wonder fucking why I need to be ignored.

Those fucking shit hav already ruined so many stuff that I originally looked forward to

My world is about to collapse

Those damn fantastic paintings I drew in my mind should be torn apart at once.

Goodbye, for good