I feel like emo fuck these days.
Especially when I read this blog.
I shan't think too much.
It's just taking up to much brain capacity and focus.
I'm afraid of so many things.
People getting tired of me.
Body injuries.
Dropping of grades.
Not seeing my family.
Rats, Cats and Birds.
And of cos you when you're thinking too much,
or when I don't talk to you often.

You know,
I'll probably try until I run out of love.
You're just a boy, not yet a man.
But why do I see hope from you?
You know you can if you want to.
That's all, good night.