I don't know how many nights have this night ...
You can see the bright, only the computer screen and the bright cigarette just ignited ...
I can hear, and only the rain in the outer rain and the computer fan ...
I can only admit that I live in the contradiction, live in my own fantasy, live in a feeling of being alive, I can only feel lonely, this world is ...
This is not what I want ...
I like night, perhaps only such an environment can let me feel the real self - a self who dares to face yourself!
Too many things happen to always bring colored glasses to see this world, I can't figure it out that I have a problem or have a problem. Maybe I should not come to this world ...
Sleep ...
