Crow to the void, Slowly unbecoming Going forward Going nowhere Showing your stripped soul

your website is incredible, have a nice day :)

where can I go?

i wish i could melt away and disappear

هر کی کیکش بنیسه تو شهر ما رئيسه

@yuyumi happy birthday!!! Even though I still went back on my word... How have you been lately? Although I haven't been doing well recently, I still want to wish you a smooth life. (You can tell how messed up my mental state has been just by looking at my recent posts.) so,happy birthday,yuyumi. 🎂

tear Should I open my eyes? Every day stuck in the same loop is just a slow suicide I have nowhere to go Even becoming data is meaningless Disappear? just die

When I send a message from here, the world resonates in response to me. I don't know how to use this digital guestbook, but I feel as if thousands of people from all over the world have written something here. 好吧chinglish偷偷藏不住了其实，反正写了一大堆文艺话就是感觉世界上各地都有人在这里留言哇塞好激动，头一回见到这么多跟我一样喜欢在深夜发点东西的

The whitenoise is tired of me, just as I am tired of it; we are all tired.

I've always felt I'm not good at anything, and I'm used to it. I can fight it and overcome it, but... hahaha, every time I think about whether I could be a good father, I feel unqualified. It's not about money, but am I really capable of raising children without causing them any psychological problems, while also being a role model for them, someone who understands life and its difficulties? It's truly baffling how people can decide to have a child like that... It's exhausting. I hate myself for asking so many questions.

I contemplate the details during this period, how things move, what feelings they evoke, what changes they bring about. I love looking at the sky and pondering it; I feel that my home is there.

The eye is the mirror of the soul; those black spots reveal everything, but perhaps humans have become incapable of contemplating the details of things.

من عاشق کسی هستم

خیلی دلم میخواد باهاشون برم. ولی میترسم. اخه...ارزشش رو داره؟ از یه روز قبل کلی خودخوری میکنم. وقتی بر می گردم هم خودخوری میکنم. که چرا اونا انقدر راحتن. در واقع...حسودی میکنم. اونا فقط باید خودشون باشن. تصور اینکه کل شب نخوابم که یه وقت موهام خراب نشه و ای وای چرا پوستم خشک شده و ای وای ارایشم پاک شده حالا مردم قیافه وحشتناکم رو میبینن و ای وای چرا تو عکسا شبیه وزغ افتادم باعث میشه حالت تهوع بگیرم. پس...فقط کافیه خونه بمونم و قایم بشم. کاری که همیشه کردم. فرار کردم

Happy birthday YuYuMi, hope it went well I need to find time for more books.