I disguise my pain under prepossessing, rosy words. However, my pain should not be compared with a flower; my mind is a thunderstorm, it is obstreperous. The famished tasmanian devil searching for its next victim, the victim is I. I am suffering in my own mind, and I’m afraid I can not hold on much longer.

I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired

Maybe hangsang will be our always.

“My memory is really bad but I remember all member’s birthdays.”