His name was Johnny. His close friends and family liked to call him, little johnny.

This story is about little johnny, with his report card nearing, he wanted to throw one last Hail Mary.

He tried his best and paid attention. He did all but one math question.

On the night before the big day, he knew that this was it. He fell asleep from fatigue, before everything he learned could even hit...

Next morning, little johnny feeling proud of his effort, went off to school feeling great from his rest.

Unfortunately for little johnny, the results show...that in the end he still failed his math test.

This is a story of little johnny, and his mediocre report card.

I
   fell
       into
           falling
                and
                      I
                         can't
                               stop
                                    descending...

Falling is a momentum;
the faster you go the more you gain.
Once it starts,
it will continue to accumulate.
And you can never accrue too much,
too much failure.
To fail to succeed,
makes success a failure.
Therefore you fell into falling,
once again.

My Melody was a prodigy.
At least that’s what they told her.
“You’re so smart, you’ll achieve anything you set your mind to!”
And she knew that’s what she was gonna do.

My Melody did achieve great things.
After all, that’s what she set out to do.
But little did My Melody know, that life is not all that simple,
Because life was a thin paper that can easily crinkle.

My Melody stopped as easily as she started.
Her confidence shattering and doubt started pouring in.
Were the stories lacking in honesty?
Or was My Melody just a self-fulfilling prophecy?

I liked my mom when she was nicer...
     ...nicer when her spirit shined through her work...
          ...work on those dentures for that poor old man...
               ...poor old man without any teeth.

I liked my mom when she was still working on teeth...
     ...teeth she no longer works on, and too bad...
          ...too bad I liked my mom.