journal.

Just because I don't tell you my problems doesn't mean I don't have one. Or more.

I'am ought to have the routine of forced silence, it works,you don't know how much it hurts.

Lots of friends to talk to, but for this, i really only have this one option. my own monologue.

I am sure to keep this act, forever.

i'm just plain soldier fighting for good,not care how much i'm bleeding.

For king and queen love.

Bless them.

-me sighing,tuesday morning.
My emotions are all bad. Pray ;

p/s: for future reference ; son,this is how you express your misery and anger.You can sing this if you want. :)

ah,anywy,another rhetorics from tumblr,let's enjoy while you can. ;)