What day is it...and in what month...This clock never seem so alive...I can't keep up...and I can't back down...I've been losing so much time...All of the things...that I want to say...Just aren't coming out right...I'm tripping inwards...you got my head spinning...I don't know where to go from here...Cause it's you and me and all of the people...With nothing to do...nothing

Argh~! Nothing coming outta my mind...Words don't form...Sentences don't come together...Not to mention a whole bunch gibberish is also hard to pump out now...Well...at least SOME came out...Why do I run out of inspiration sometimes?There are a few reasons...First, I'm very dumb...I need a lot of time to torture myself before I can form out something...Second, I'm very blessed...Bad

No words from the heart recently...Everything was just plain silence...I like to keep it that way actually...It gives me room to think...It gives me space to ponder...Wondering around in your own mind for too long can be bad sometimes...You start to become unrealistic...Your dreams starts to intertwine with your life...and when that happens...things can get a bit messy...Although

Just when you think everything's fine...Your whole world collapses...and you found out that you're living a dream...Painfully...opened your eyes...Violently...reality hits you...Your heart drops and breaks...When you've found out that you're no match for anything...When you've discover that you're too weak for everything...Unwillingly, you woke up from your dream...and saw