The Uncertain

I always taught being the limelight will always be good but I just realise that not everything is easy the stares that was given to me , were just lusting of human soul.
I am tired of faking myself to be strong, to act ignorant and just wanting to break down.

I am working & studying really hard right now, and this I should be proud. People might see me as someone who have all the confidence in the world or just plain ignorant, but they don't know that I weep in the dark, just to release this uncertain feeling to stay strong. I cannot break down, if I do. I will lose everything that I have succeed in life.

It's really hard to stay strong in a clouded past and a painful present, It's really really hard. Maybe I am still searching for a way out inside the cookie jar, maybe I need to cry really hard just to release this pain. Which road should I take. I hope that a shiny star could light up the silent night.

Milky Way (Lyrics)

Fall down an earthworm hole
I am looking at my past
Dreaming of a fantasy
That Will never ever last.

I found bruises in my heart
How Can I get it healed
I was thinking of the narrow path
To guide me home.

Pour Down milk on this path
Dreaming of the stars
Walking Down the Milky Way to guide me home..
Fly..Fly Away.. Fly..Fly Away..

Waking up on the ground
and suffering in pain
if I have my guts to wake up
I will remember all the hates

Because Pour Down Milk on this path
Dreaming of the stars
Walking Down the Milky Way to guide me home...
Fly..Fly away!!

I can never look back at my past
cause I'll hid it in a safety box
to break up all my words
so I can find my way!

Pour down..Milk on this path
dreaming ... of the stars!!

So Pour down Milk on this path
Dreaming of the Stars
Walking down the Milky way to guide me home...
to guide me home.
to guide me home.
to guide me home...

So Pour down milk and form a milky way...~

Dear Diary.

(My Blog is a diary that portray my life and secrets)... People always says that...but when your in the digital web space , diary doesn't exist. I would call my blog as a journal portraying pieces of fragment in life. I wasn't able to write and express my feelings this few weeks because of my loaded assignments.(assignments are killing me, but at the end it's worth it).

I'm 17 what do people expect from me. They may call me an immature little brat but I don't mind nor I care. Young is as fragile as my diary.I wonder why are diaries fragile, maybe it's because it contains dark secrets of life and secrets that nobody should know as the secrets are buried under the soil of earth.

I am working/studying really hard to do my best for all of my assignments, I don't care if I failed because I know I give it all of my 100% on it and I should be happy =).

Love is the last thing in my list right now. To me it's a piece of joke especially if your in the LGBT circle. Most of them are just lust not love. So it's a joke that is not worth the wait. Dear Journal, Your the only person/thing who listen to all my complaints.

-Satoru-