After all those working days,I really feel like quitting.
Enough.



And sometimes,I really don't noe the way you think.
What am I to you?
Why have to go through all the trouble and ask other people to ask me instead of you asking me directly?
Wtf.I really don't understand you,seriously.
Unlike her,I can't tolerate you for all those things you did.
Thinking back,it hurt.
But not anymore,because,I'm already numb.
What are friends for?


Sometimes,I felt like there's a river between everyone I know.
And it keeps eroding,laterally.
Drifts away.