Thanks

Sometimes.. I want to be blissful for all the struggles and knots that I've been through. Reasons why I'm here, why I am who I am right now. Because of that, I am able to write--- put my feelings through words. All of the things that I couldn't say to the world-- I write down them all. Maybe I'm not like this--- not even knowing what the real world is. Maybe I'm being blind and away from the truth. It's not a fantasy world--- but, just a cold, cruel, vicious world. Everything you see is not what exactly how they really are. You can't survive if you're too weak and if you have no idea about what or who is your real adversary. I want to tell you that there's always some kind of what we call, "getaway" for everyone. Maybe it's the music? Writing songs? Writing poems? Writing stories? Drawing? Or whatever you want to do. You don't have to be afraid anymore, you've been like that for so many years so, please, stop the cowardice. Pick up all the shattered pieces of yourself and create something incredible that we haven't seen before.