Totally don't know what I'm thinking these days...
I should start to think about serious things...
But I just keep run away from that fact that I should consider my future...
I hate to talk about heavy things...
I just don't want to confront to those things I should...
I really don't know why must I get born in this world...
My presence seems not making any use to this world...
So, why am I here?
If I wasn't born, then I need not to study...
If I wasn't born, then I need not to receive contempts...
If I wasn't born, then I need not to be a faithful fans of those"some"body...
If I wasn't born, then I need not to get scolded...
If I wasn't born, then I need not to think so many things...
If I wasn't born..... If and only if... But... I was born to this world.
I can't cut my wrist, I can't swallow pills, I can't hang myself...
I can't and not dare to do it. So...I won't end up my life easily...
But still, why am I here? I'm fed up with myself...everything about me....
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