I really don’t want to say things such as “I want to go back to how things were before”. I recognize how i am right now, and I will continue to live on.

Even though I have been hurt before by those heartless glares this also helped me to understand that around me, there still exists some gentle glares. Therefore, I definitely won’t run away. That’s what I’ll do. Definitely. Always.

The quiet classroom after class; The view outside the window; the wooden floor of the corridors; Talking in home room; I like all these. I’m likely to only cause trouble for people and it might not really do me any good to stay here. Even if it’s like that, I still want to stay here. Because this is the place where I am.

To be able to smile and tell everyone this; i have, at least, cried one litre of tears. Therefore, even when i leave this school, I definitely won’t think that some things have ended.

If you look up at the sky after falling down the blue sky is also today stretching limitlessly and smiles at me…I’m alive.

For those people who are really listening, they will definitely understand.

People shouldn’t dwell on the past. It’s enough to try your best in all that you’re doing now.

Reality is too cruel, too brutal. I don’t even have the right to dream. As I think about the future, the tears will come out again.

Where should I head towards? Even if there isn’t answer, I’ll feel better by writing it down. I’ve looked for a pair of helping hands but I couldn’t feel them, couldn’t see them. I only face towards darkness and hear the sounds of my hopeless screams.