i dont know... .

thrs so mny thngs tht i wanna do before anythng else happens to me.
i feel sick, like rly sick.
of waking up to aftrns with no sense of direction, everyday i wake up thnkng god im still alive.
wht cld be worse, dying in my slp?
anywys, i hv alwys drmt of being an artist since young.
mum asked once, what do i wanna do when i grow up, i said artist.
and so frm now on, i am gg to chaze this dream of mine only to realize tht alls just a drm.
all the mre, it takes two hands to clap.

all my frnds, havng full time jobs, stability, wrkng as late as till 4am.
my hrt goes out to all of thm.
i miss thm so much, 3yrs of frndship, alwys in my hrt. dng projcts tgthr, sleepless nghts, porn nghts, smokng tgthr, everythng.
gosh.
who thought.

chnges, time, wrld, frnds and fmily, lvd ones, evryne.

this hrt's full of lve, but none can see.
this hrt's full of pains, none can see.
this hrt feels, hears, sees wht no one feels, hears and sees.
this hrt dont lie.
this hrt knws it all.
this hrt lives in me frever.
i am thnkful, i hv a hrt,
tht knws wht it wnts, its desires, its love.