you may think i am dissappearing.i don't even know if i am or maybe i'm just alone in the cottage.i am not sure.many things have made me confuse and hard to think.i don't know much but if i'm capable enough i'll try to find the answer.
they, acting.world, the biggest stage ever.
everybody got their own dark side.i might seen as something that goes around and changing minds in mil-seconds.i feel the lack of thing called love.i know i have spoken the word few times back then but it turns out, the strings are always cut off.the person who give birth to me is going crazy.sometimes i tried to think is a PMS situation but most of the time i just hear and not understanding anything.
robotic movement that i have left.i see the management is suck.whatever.
now, most of my time filled with words on papers.i started to do something to make me focus on something.the fact of reading, sometimes i only see the alphabate and keep on repeating it for most 3 days.the voice that humming shaking my head really hard.something more wonderful will be of this dark page to some slightly better ones.and it is a hand-writing mode not a typing mode.
diarrhea kills, don't have late peanut-butter-egg-toast.