Things are all bad jokes.
Yesterday, I saw. I heard. I hurt.
Last night, I saw. I hurt.
Today, I didn't see. I terribly hurt...
When I started, I didn't know how it would end.
When I made a choice, I then knew how it would end.
When I chose to do, I knew it would hurt.
But I still did...
I sometimes question myself.
Why did I sitting there for 5 hours keeping thing that would be useless?
Why did I stay awake?
Why did I do that?
Why?
Why did I do the useless walk?
Why did I torture myself?
Why did I tolerate?
Was I forced to?
No...
Because I chose to have "it" again,
embrace "it"again,
and do "it" again.
I was happy because of "it."
I was sad because of "it."
I don't regret.
Time passes by, the end is coming.
I see. I know. I understand.
My hope is stupid. I'm hopeless.
But I still hope...
Only "it" could help.
Only "it" will help.
But "it" needs two side...
I do have one.
I do give one.
I just need another one.
Will I get?
Time is running out.
I'm still waiting.
I keep giving.
I don't care receiving much.
I just need something to hold.
Just another half of "it".
Just one word.
Then, other things won't matter anymore.
I will fight to the very end.
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