Welcome to my life, conveniently located in the flames of hell.
見ぬが花。
So my 10-year-old sister just got home and said she saw someone got killed today. “The old man chopped off the younger man’s head.”
And now she’s crying.
I wish I would die.
On the contrary, I’ve said those words out loud many times and meant it. The only sad thing about it is that it never seem to happen. I guess that’s just the way it really is— you wish hard for something but you find yourself getting nowhere near achieving it.
Life is a bitch like that. Dareen, when will you ever learn?
For some reasons… this photo makes me sad to the point that it’s depriving me to breathe.
I guess it’s purely because I don’t want this to happen to me. Yes, I fear this kind of thing. I don’t want this sort of vision to happen to me.
This kind of fate is scary and frustrating and… undoubtedly inevitable.
Although I’m a tad pessimistic and I kinda wish for death a little too badly, I still don’t want to die without achieving something, without doing something for anyone— for myself.
I still want to be able to do things— heaps of things. And I can’t explain how much of a GPOY this photo really is. I see and hear myself saying those words and I’m pretty sure that I’m not far from getting that same windup, either.
It’s just frustrating. The thought of me being the person having that same fate is depressing. Everything about this picture’s just utterly pungent.
