Feeling more and more tired as days goes by. Doing all the things in the darkness alone. What others said is like a direct opposite from the truth. No specific directions, once again. The way to continue is so dull. Life, life, life.
Things come and go just like the wind blowing through oneself. The thing in ones mind is just so hard to guess. Hiding shall always be the best solution. Oh really?
No idea what to do next. No nonsense from now on. A friend like a phone ringer is never a good choice. Rather choose to be a stranger than nothing else. Rush for the sake of what.