I want to say sorry for not uploading... If anyone even care or searching for me.
Sorry for procastinating, because i hate myself for not just do it now.

I'm afraid.

It is already in front of me, it just like... The intangible voices telling me about anything and something, if it's really a thing to do, a doubt.

I really sorry for venting, i really hate myself.

Red, Red, Red, there is only red in here, the ground made of gravels, fleshy like, edible and taste like fish. I wonder why that happens. I couldn't tell.

I really a bad user. For venting. For search for attention that i don't want to. A really complicated person.

I really like to create story, that... either has meaning or not, depending on the reader how they interpret it. All the words, are fancy words with symbolic meaning, or literally has no meaning whatsoever.

Always, always, it has no meaning whatsoever.

Another night, another coffee and redbull. Really hope the beat ain't stopping or increasing whatsoever, but hey! Nothing changed.

I really distracted and the distraction made me feels weird and funny. I look at the window, and nothing changed, the sky still bright clear sky but it is bleak, vomiting the confusion, as the cloud rises... Transparent cloud rises, unblocking the sun. Shining my face and burn my eyes, it is dry, like my response. I have no idea what am i talking about.

Feel free to comment, but either way i may read it, surely i won't replies, because you are matter to be not replies by myself.

I swear i'm gonna tied the rope on my neck if someone is being rude, i really pissed off right now for writing this and acknowledge it is me.

If i really feel shameful about this, i might just removed this account and came back as an another person... Or never at all, since nobody knows about me personally and in real life... Or they do?