it’s 15th now, 2:13 am. i have been writing at this time, how did i put my day up side down? it’s so unusually for me, it doesnt like me any more; i’ve try to slow it down; to think of the luxury i’ve been experienced. but one thing draw me back, to struggle itself. also myself, i thought i wasn’t bright enough to put these on, but i still keep on it. kinda wrong tactic in wrong things.
days after, i dont remember it much; coz i dont have much lux on these days i suppose. but certainly i found myself consumed to a point that does recognize things i’ve know any more, i cant stop now, like a breath exhales from the earth. i dont know how long can i take; but already 19 years. i may not work it out soon, but not till the end.