i've come to a point at that very moment,
not wanting to do anything, not wanting to study for my future, its a fucked up thought,
somehow you find excuses to escape reality, finding replacements, but somehow you still cant get over it.
that bullshit about life being short, life is really long. and you have that random thought of cutting it short, jumping down a building and end everything. okay, how about bursting up instead, it makes life less scary.
i guess i need to read about a book dominantly named "life". we all want to find out what's being installed for life. but in factual scenes, we'll never know till we go through it, and thats what im fighting hard for. for the one you love, for the ones you love. and for yourself that you love.

i could tell you how im feeling, only to find you drifting away far.


i used to believe in a thing called love, just listen to the rhythm of my heart right now