i never did learn the art of making and keeping friends. as one chapter of my life ended, i tend to forget everything that goes with it, including the memories and friendships I’ve made. my mind was already programmed to focus on what lies ahead and not on the paths i’ve already taken and left behind. wrong mindset, it seems. here i am now with no real friend to ask for guidance and advice and no shoulder to lean on in times of my weakness.
    why, i always make mistakes and what’s so stupid about me making them is that i always end up making the worst ones.

it’s really appalling how stupid we appeared in front of unsuspecting spectators due to her negligent actions. behold our embarrassing stance, the spotlight has already been pointed toward us. My gall, but it felt like i’ve been strewn naked in front of thousand nobles. it sucks, man. it sucks!

there are madness in everyone’s eyes. i can’t even begin to describe the blaze of bewilderment nor the wild static that wanted to take over the whole part of my being. crazy emotions, worst circumstance ever, the very wielding presence of hatred and outrage.