Where can I go.


I want to hide. Where shall I head to? There is a monster at home.


I have a monster in my heart. Where shall I go...


Cried so hard. Cried so loud. SCREAMED. Feels so good but only for a second. Its so scary. Really scary.


I feel so loser, am so not strong anymore. I felt weak with my decision. Weaker . Then before.


I just want a simple life.

Yet not simple.

scratch scratch scratch.....first time angry and sad till I feel itch all over my body...



I am sure it is not my illusion.

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I am so down and sad and sad sad sad sad sad. I am frustrated. I am getting mad mad mad mad mad. Please take those hurtful feeling away.


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Please I plead you.

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What's wrong? Why still at this point of time I get all these....................

Music is an art piece. So is an art piece. Both musician and artist has its own STYLE. I want to be an artist...


Live for myself? Then live in my own world..

Music is an art piece. So is an art piece. Both musician and artist has its own STYLE. I want to be an artist...


Live for yourself? Then live in my own world..