you know..
sometimes..
to write something someone..
to make them feel bad..
to make them care..
doesnt really work you know..
it just causes things to get worse?
i think so...
but i still like to do it..
however...
i dont feel like doing it..
cause lots of saliva will start flying...
and it will probably cause trouble.
but i guess.
there is ALREADY.
BIG TROUBLE.

and i dont really care..
cause even if someone cares?
im not..
cause i've walked enough of this place..
street XY?(just a metaphor)
im just going to get off it..
and continue on street 53..
cause getting off 53 was a big mistake
i lost myself
where was i..
XY street caused me to fall..
it taught me how to hate..
i taught me revenge..
it taught me to let go of things unimportant..
and i did it.
i hated street XY.
i wanted revenge..
and i let go off street XY since it was utterly unimportant..
and i think because the colours of
53 and XY didnt really match you know..
and probably because i do love 53...
i took my own side..

but i really want to say that XY did a good job
it took me off track..
it managed to take that 53 out of yue..
it managed to do all..
but because it taught me also to hate.
i hated it..
it was something like returning it its favour..
i think the colours just really REALLY dont match

there was really nothing wrong with street XY..
i think its me..
maybe it didnt even teach me all that..
i just think it did..
but i think.
algebraic streets and numerical streets
just DO NOT match.
NE?



just call me the selfish petty stupid punk.
cause im glad God made me this way



53.