You can hardly understand my paranoia. While there are many things important, while there is a rush to my head, I just selfishly turn my back and let my mood drive me, refusing to consider any other thing, numbly doing things like dead while my brain sighs crazily, with an emotionless face but tears all over. I can’t understand why I have to be so hysterical either, chasing always the things dangerous for me. I hopelessly fell for your determined sensation, and then I was tortured by my madness. My heart has been spoiled by myself for long. Now it is too wild to be controlled. I try to struggle, but I finally have to give in before I’m split. I know everyone is different, has his own life and make his own choice. So no one has the responsibility to rescue any other. I feel regretful for some let go beauty, which for you may be no more special than a piece of bread in the morning. However, you also have your own sighs for some beauty that others can hardly see. I can’t expect anything. I am just trying my best to search, think like crazy and finally learning little by little I will be full.
