Trying to make things better ,eventually is a failure. I live myself in the past, get to know the future, but is just too unpredictable. Life is hard, yet i survive. Love in uneasy, yet i agree on that. Human is special, as everyone have their own thinking. The word from you, the rest is just like a knife stab on my heart, is not pain but bleeding. I care as i should not care. Why I care? I have no idea.

Fuck the conversation, yet i'm still myself. I do what I like to do.