I think too much, I see too much, I feel too much, but I speak so little.

I hope you turn out as someone you always wanted to be

By the way, do you know the joys of being alone, walking alone, lying in the sun alone?

people have to realize that

Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.

A part of me feels empty
 is it my soul, or is it my mind, it sure is hard to fill up 
things you can’t even define

未完成なんだみんな 「Everyone is sort of incomplete」

me: i need to save money