Sometimes i think i was born backwards.

Everyone is selfish enough to look for its own happiness, and trust me, they won't care who they leave behind.

I happen to like a variety of stuff, i'm into things that are so different from each other but they fill me up with joy. well, the rest, i guess you'll notice, i find it hard to express some thoughts/feelings, i rather just not talk about it, i bottle things up a lot, and some things just stay in my head, i just can't say them, not at all.

i've had enough of this town but i'm turning it around.


i miss him.