Posting a picture of flower means I am stealing it from someone, not that I am creative enough to take it myself. Keeping silence means I am waiting. Being alone means I am in pain. Cold hands means I am devastated. Tired means I am aching. Posting this now means I am sleepless.

If stop writing blogs or making contacts means it is getting better, it would be as good as eliminating all possibilities of life. Otherwise, it simply means I am enduring it.

Right here… right now… ALONE

The world has become such a big place even to accommodate a tiny me. It’s raining everywhere and I have no place to hide. I could feel the rain cutting through my skin, seeping into the flesh like poison, mixing up with the blood and flowing inside the veins, slowly being pumped by the heart until it has circulated and reached every single part of the body. I am losing the battle…

Life takes a turn when you least expect it. Some people lose their heart, some people their faith, some people hope and some even their fingers. Some people keep bleeding until they become numb, some even end up dead. What is the real meaning of all these?

I had a dream and I still have it now.The same old dream that put me into sleep every night. But it drains me dry every now and then and I wake up in the morning wondering what I can do to make it better? Will it be better? I don’t know…

I never knew it would make me so unhappy… so sad, and feeling bad. I feel pathetic. I feel powerless. I feel weak. And suddenly out of the blue, I won a prize… Is this a sign? or what? If HE could just talk to me, if HE does really exists… I need an answer.

1 week… 7 days… and there goes the cycle…
you may cry, no one will hear you…
you may runaway, there is no where to hide…
dawn arrives, sun rises, and I still dunno why…

有些东西，在某个年龄之后才会发生。
有些事情，在某个年龄之后才会明白。
有些时候，话不用多说也能不言而喻。
很多时候不穿别人的鞋就没办法感受他的观点和感受。
红眼睛，干嘴唇，俗称烈火艳唇？
这是个失窃的年华，不羁的时代，流金的岁月，无聊无奈无为无谓无味的年代。

又两个朋友结婚了。一个嫁了，一个娶了。从此这个世界少了两颗孤单的心，相对的能够相伴孤单的心的又同时少了两个。
过程犹如看着星空中的繁星一一地陨落，直到最后一颗也消失后，才发觉相随的是一望无际黑漆漆的夜空。
万籁寂静，乌漆麻黑，相伴左右的，只有一阵冷风。
真的好需要羊。

“为何我们那么坎坷？”你问我。
看着一脸失落的你，一时不知该说些什么缓和一下气氛。
“还好啦，比上不足比下有余吧。”我靠！曾几何时，我开始变得如此言不由衷？
什么是还好？骗人的。

有没有一种酒让人喝了不会醉？
有没有一种眼泪流了让人不伤悲？
有的话也许就有许多痛苦让人尝遍了心都不会碎。

不管有没有明天，不管下一秒心会不会停止跳动，这两个字写下了结束今天的永幕。

是不是要绝望的活着，才不会失望的死去？
嫉愤的世界我诅咒你！

Something happens something doesn’t. And cacat does.

它又再痛了。一呼一吸之间，似乎在蔓延。
一颗定时炸弹，在慢慢倒数着。
我等…