It's soon to be my funeral. Under my expectation. I've got to spend every day wondering how I will die. And another day, wondering if it's better to die or to live. Like this. The murderer comes every time I sleep, to make sure I still breathe till the day he wants. "Will you be mad?... if I kill myself before I sleep?" I think he will be even crazier if I still live, on the day he wants.
God's sake, I can't put my mind to work when I love you. The system is not working, and suddenly I've become open-minded . The age gap just DOES NOT MATTER. And if there's any problem that you're blaming yourself for, just remember that you blocked my ability to THINK CLEAR , and that's your ONLY FAULT.