One pitiful week has ended again. Time goes so fast. Weeks flow by just like they were hours. I still remember so clearly the end of August. I remember how I watched yaoi, and were anxious because I had to go to school. I remember all those feelings, warmth, boredom, happyness. Just like it was a little-little time ago.
Everyday I wonder, if the time goes so fast... will I realise soon that I'm alreay 50-years-old? Could I do something I've dreamt about? Could I have something I've dreamt about?
My life's so boring. Am I some kind of destinied to always play alone and never do anything fun and interesting with others? I've always wished to have friends in the same town or village or whatever so I could hang around with them in the evenings, or on days off school. I've always wanted that. I miss that the most.
Once I had friends in the same town I was truly happy. I so enjoyed it. But finding good friends is hard. World is full of those damn ignorant motherfuckers.
"There is nothing but fear reflected in your sword. When you dodge, you're afraid of getting killed. When you attack, you're afraid of killing someone. Even when you try to protect someone, you're afraid of letting them die. Yes, your sword speaks to me only of absurd fear. What's necessary in a fight isn't fear. Nothing can be born of that. When you dodge, "I won't let them cut me." If you protect someone, "I won't let them die." If you attack, "I will kill them." Well, can't you see the resolve to kill you in my sword?" - Zangetsu
Mood: 
anxious
Thinking about: future
Wishing for: the chance to make my dreams come true
headbanging 8D
