In the beginning, I obey the heavy rain blindly. Now you're the hero of my book, the villain in the chapters, and the pain causing me art. This kind of art I am making is my favorite phase 'cause I feel everything all at once and it's all because of...
Today I'm 18 something I don't understand, but it's different. With you nowhere, I hate this class and bunch of people, just people. I hate my life. I hate me!
Why the fuck I can't see the good things in front of me? I didn't recognize you and maybe I think I have time for it later, but now... nothing. I can love you from afar. Maybe I need to fix myself and think more positively, appreciate things so I could see good things more. Until then, bye.
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