Thursday, 10 December 2015

I fight.

      I was fighting, fighting with frustration unhappy.

      Maybe i should change myself, but i know i still has the ability to control life. Suddenly i feel so tired of this lifeless life, should try, a little different to the beat. Still the same song, just changed the melody, the same sounds; but more a layer of significance. 

If the failure can make the future a little more lovely, and perhaps i try to be the largest youth have chips. If we say that 2015 is the end, no time can be delayed, it is hard let themselves into their ideal look.

       2015 prophecy of the end, I predict that the most exciting. But at least ourself feel the better even its hard to admit theres nothing to be impressed.

      At last im drowning again and over again.