You know not the pain of truth. There's naught but pain and sorrow. The burden of knowing your future, I can see into the morrow. My past has been haunting. My dreams are now all nightmares. Why should not my future be curse, For now i have no fears. There are demons on every single… Continue reading Fu(cked)ture.
being social, is kinda depressing. you just can't accept that people don't even pay attention, while you are giving your best. You're just trying, to keep everything together. But, They just simply don't care. Before you sleep, you wish things will be better. In the morning, you wake up and things just get worse. It… Continue reading