not knowing where to go or who to find, he ended up writing this journal.
he has the life of an ordinary person, yet the way of thinking of a melancholia.
he just doesn't know how to find that four-letter thing.
P. S. the navigator buttons are the colored bookmarks.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
my mind is going wild once again.
what i'm thinking.. has no end.
it's always between hoping and giving up.
the demon always whispers 'you still live this pathetic life, eh? can't you get tired?'
well i'm tired.
so what?
it's not like i have a choice.
this is what i was born to be. to suffer.
yeah.. that's why i exist.
to suffer.
to suffer all the possible pain.
and no one can surely change that.
no one.
1:27 AM
