While waiting...

Was waiting for weinz and shiv yesterday. While waiting for them, I picked up a pen, took a piece of paper, and started scribbling.

It started with trying to write a song, but as I was listening to my mp3, nothing came out.

Then, I decided to write something for my next blog entry--

有时候，觉得自己好可笑。 总是口说一套， 心里想着另一套。

害怕

怕什么？是怕伤害？怕失望？还是怕。。。

自己的脑子， 难道不是我自己最清楚的吗？那为什么，我总是觉得，我最难了解的那个人，是自己？

有时候，就是觉得那么矛盾。

Then I felt that it was kinda short; it wasn't sufficient to reflect what I was thinking. So I started to scribble some of the things I wrote in the past and extended them...

开心就是喜欢吗？那为什么喜欢，总是那么痛？

“可以”就是“应该”吗？ “可以”做到的事，就“应该”去做吗？ “应该”做的事，就“喜欢”做吗？ “应该”是种责任，“喜欢”就是任性吗？

多愁善感不是种错，可为什么总是那么痛？ 为什么有错的人，总是那么无所谓？而为什么无辜的人总是得为这些错的人伤心难过？

And finally, I came to my conclusion of the day...

要是没有明天，我为什么还要为未来担心？

怕

我不想睡，不是怕明天的到来，而是怕今天的离去。