My life is disordered. The negative side of my personality emerged frequently.

Everything seems so mess. My bag, my desk, my looking, and my heart.

I am still getting so allergic to my damn coverlet, which made one of my eyelids swollen dadly. I had no choice but went to class with the horrible looking.

Someone never stoped eroding my heart untill little of which left.

I am neither happy nor unhappy, just a sort of numb.

Time, people, passion...

Sometime, no matter how I strive to catch them up, the result is always that I have to watch them leaving me behind.

What the freaky life! It makes people lose their innocence and belief.

Maybe that is why people love those emotional songs, and those beautiful words, which might sometime wake up the little spark in our hearts, tell us we are still in love with someone, we are still supposed to stick to the ideality.

      "He's the reason for the teardrops on my guita. The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star. He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do..."

However, once the beautiful dream waken up, what would be left?

When the thing that I ever persisted on have deviated from the origin, what am I supposed to do?

When time and distance are fading the color between my important people and me, what am I supposed to do?

When the certain person is gonna never be with me, what am I supposed to do?

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Why are all of those confusions inevitable?

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Maybe the only thing left is the tiny spark in my heart, and it is supposed to keep burning, cause life continues, and I am still supposed to be here, right here......