Star

When the last candle is blown out

the whole room is emptied 

the thoughts of you kept appearing in my head

why? i wonder

perhaps its faith

perhaps its just my illusion 

perhaps its what i wanted

do you know really want to know how am i 

 after these few months? 

i stare at countless stars every night

wishing you were there for me

yet i know you wasn't 

Note: Must not sleep during 4periods of poa lessons tmr.

I hate it when people ignore me.

I hate it when people thinks that i'm nothing.

I hate reality. 

I hate hatreds.

kay, i'm off.