It's the 5th hour that I've been folding in library racking my brain to pull out words one by one for BMGB individual writing. But still I can't say it's a composition.Gibberish instead.
This obviously has nothing to do with what i wanna say when i suddenly got the impulse to blog a moment ago. I don't quite know why the hell on this earth I have to got to be a creep, be a weirdo, be a slob. I've become totally a stranger and sometimes a sucker in the place where I LIVE.
oh boy how I wish I am something else. Like a bird as I always admire, or leopard or a cattle. Whatever I don't mind. But at least when a wolf attacks my nest, I will fight till I am smashed.never duck.
Just like that I won't call, won't regret, won't shed tears.
But somehow I am human.
