i don't know how many times i've walked around the room.
i don't know how many times i've tossed and turned in bed.
i don't know how many times i've cried till my tears are drying up soon.

there's so much thoughts in my mind now.
i might have a brain burst or something.

我并不是天生爱寂寞
却比任何人都多
就算把世界给我
我还是一无所有


sometimes i don't really like thursday, even though i have one more day of rest and i can slack at home,
but really, i have nothing to do.
and then the more i'll think.

and the more sad i'll get.

i keep having an urge to blog.
like i have so much to tell.
i know there might be nothing,
but i just want to type nonsense and alot of words, and just keep typing, and typing, and typing non-stop.

till i get satisfied.
but then, i will not.

i need to say something.
i want to sream and shout.


i want to run around in a plain field.
i want to cry out loud.



心不是热的全都是假的
只有眼泪是真的



if inflicting pain on myself would reduce the hurt, i would've dont it.
but it doesn't.