Why is everybody becoming so strange?
Everybody is so unhappy.
I don't know if I can stand all these frustrations.
Everyday is gloomy.
Finally I know how LT feels everyday.
Everything is losing grip. Everything is out of the right way.
Chaos.
I prefer not to know the truth. Too many secrects.
I'm so afraid. Growing up.
Walking through the playground, the kids were happily jumping. Suddenly I felt that I was so old. I was too old to smile purely like them.
Even the wind began to blow sadly.
Who said that sometimes to be uncared-for is kinda happiness?
I want you to care about me.
I hope you can remember me.
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We're swinging, every moment. We just cannot feel it.
I can "see" the wind. Every time when the wind blows through the trees, the trills of the leaves are the signs of wind.
Maybe I can fly.
Maybe I will fall.
I just want to think no more. Just leave it all.
They all become the dramatis personaes in beautiful fairy tales. And I, I'm simply neglected.
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When I listen to Last Train Home and Last Summer, I always feel like crying. Something inside my heart is touched. And something broken.
The lost memories. Something that can never come back.
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Future. Future. I wrote this word again and again in my rough not book.
It seemed so far and so small.
Suddenly I swept it away emphatically. I left a black hole on the paper.
The future had been swept away. By myself.
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I'm always thinking about, what I'm owning. I'm always neglecting what I'm giving.
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Day by day, the memories become far and hazy.
I decided to forget about you, my little deskmate.
Even I see him every week, even we know each other exactly, we just act like strangers.
But still, I often hear the little voice inside my heart,
Meet you, today.
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What happened to me? What happened to us?
Is that all in the last year?
Lost and broken , hopeless and lonely.
Smiling on the outside, hurt beneath my skin.
How stupid I acted, how depressed I felt. I just hope you can be there.
You and often only you.
LT said that he would phone me today. But till now he didn't.
It's hard to forget about him. I just want to...believe in him no more. He didn't call.
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Everything'll be fine.
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