- I love smoothly-animated battle scenes.
- I love to read.
- I tend to think too much.
- I tend to not think at all.
- Math hates me.
- Black loves me.
- I have the most amazing friends, although few.
- I have a world of my own, and sometimes, I don’t let people in.
- I love music.
- I love writing.
- I’m weird.
- I’m mean.
- I’m lazy.
- I play the guitar.
- I play the piano.
- I sing.
- I draw.
- I love the color black.
- I hate cockroaches.
- I love romance.
Hee hee. Why thank you for saying so. I haven’t updated my personal for a while. Still, thank you.
It lies in wait at every road, no matter which path you take.
People are born, they live, and then they die. Similar to that of a straight line, people have no choice but to follow it, and they are left to live their lives knowing that the end is inevitable —- that the only thing truly certain in this world is death.
Sometimes, it’s the easy way out, sometimes, it’s the only escape. Death is cruel, feared by many, and sometimes yearned by many, yet there are people still eager to close their eyes at night hoping they will one day be able to open them in the morning. Such are rare.
Humans are confusing.
They fear death, yet they yearn for it.
With resolute force her wings fluttered towards the sky.
Carried off by the wind, she smiled.
Let her be off, be free, this crimson butterfly.