Why is it so important to move on and why after every dark night, there's a hopeful dawn?
I asked myself why do relations with friends, love fades away and also faced a dilemma in agreeing to it in the first place.
****, you lot who thought that I was the only one who could help them. Aren't you the fools to not notice the lies told by them?
How do I work my way through that one girl I liked? I never noticed that I'm still young and I never hiked.
And since I never hiked I always remained low but was loyal to humanity. But being more of a human drives me to insanity.
I don't know if the last sentence was a question. Maybe, it was or maybe not. But being good to anyone is like marking in the darkness, a dot.