there are to many things i just feel confused ..
i wondered on the street ,and checking everyone's movement
they are cute ,lovely ,and funny ,then what about me ,just a kind of role in this trulely world ,sometimes i stopped ,and pay a closeattention to one thing that i thought iis really meanningful ,but the things always make me domw ..
whenever i don't remeber ,the friends i am with ,people once i talked ,they had gone ,nothing left t o me ,it seem to be loneness ,but accually i have no idea...all i regret,i didn't keep a close touch with my family ,with my friends, with my class mates ..are they doing a great life ,are they miss me sometime ,or whatever !
i got to know the one who signed the contract with me ,was she serious !maybe not ,but what i am ,i am serious ,then she should be sory to me ,Because she doesn't care much about human privilage ,and just play like a dog, or nothing !...i pary to god .do not lead into tempattion .but deliver me from the evil one to the holy one .Cause i really do not konw how to keep The Sadan away from me ,sometimes i scared ,i am afraid that someday in my life ,i am gonna lose everthing i loved ,even i have been this kind of situation .they said : if you really love something ,then set it free ..if it comes back to you .it is yours ,if it doesn't ,it never was ,i feel depressed about the fucking way of saying ,just fuck off ........
i am wondering that how i got to be the way i am now days latter ?what i am gonna be ,and days ago what i was i don't keep that in my mind ,i believe that nothing lasts for ever ,i might do nothing ,is just because i am not hungary ,because when peoople are hungry ,there is nothing they won't achieve ,
sometimes i thought : Growing up was just like a dream god must have his own reason to send me into this fucking world ,so live ,and live stupidly ,even silly and folishly ,i care more now than the past i care that less ,i smiled and spoke to myself ,: what ever !
i love : the promises we made
the contract we signed ,the dream i had ...that everythng is just a dream
you told me that ,i still have a age-old question that is : what is love ,? "why that my mom give birth to me ,and how i just grow up in this kind of fucking world , am i a frake . or i am not ,ever maybe i am genius .,i thought , but she doesn't care , even for fun ,,,,