Nothing

  It suppose to be a happy day...Should I be more comply or take something back to comfort myself...I got nothing to distract myself, and there’s a lot to concern to you. Details shows the tiny mood. Maybe I giving too much and asking too much. Maybe that’s way we should be. Maybe that’s the losing time saying. I can’t figure no more, spend too much, want too much, geting...just wanna a normal hug, a hug can satisfy my tiny little soul...the heart is beating so slow, even I can hear it...lonely night, lonely heart, lonely self...