So.... now I wish I was good at something.
everyday, I ask myself why...
I shouldn't be keeping friends like you. but a part of me wants you to be my friend...
Now I just wanna Ord and survive the trip.
Just another replacement.
Not. worth. any. Fucking. efforts.
The most painful part of all is I don't dare to tell anybody.
All the dreams I hope my afterlife will carry on.