First, but not the last.

The Singer

Keep dreaming. Youth is not forever. Soon enough, your favorite sound will not be the message tone of your crush but the sound of the washing machine. Favorite image? Sweeped floor. Favorite feeling? Making your bed. And that is just depressing.

Dumb luck. That is what my life is made of. Pure, dumb luck. Thanks to that, I managed to get through lots of crucial moments. Even better, I got to achieve many things people wanted. However, now? Not so much. Every aspect of life is a string. Hold on to one for too long, and it snaps. Guess my fortune string just snapped.

there was a man. once he had slept, he lived as another person. his dreams were real. he took the body of random people throughout history, and lived their life in his sleeps. he witnessed a witch hunt. a school performance. death of a friend. he wondered what would have happened if he had not wake up.

the feeling when you have to abandon some of your daily habits is just sad.

2014 seems like a distant memory.