when the last snow falls, it still contains the misery of winter blunder it begun with

when you know that feeling is ill, you will try your hardest best to get rid of it. but in another word, in may not and will never be that easy. i felt tremendously guilty to be so filthy and mean. stop it. now.

i wish, wish, and keep wishing it could be that easy. i can’t but i’m still trying.

i don’t want to stay here anymore. being so helpless and clueless is definitely painful. bail me out. i can’t stand this anymore.

perfection, ace, success and scholarship; tough fight. very very tough.

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