BAD

it's not good. it's bad......
it's not good. it's bad.it's not good. it's bad......
it's not good. it's bad.it's not good. it's bad.it's not good. it's bad........

when she shouted at me i felt like been tearing apart.

i can't help but recall the breath i took, the speed of heart beat i felt and the frozen hands that caused by the angry.





i don't know.

am i able to control my feelings so well?



stop it...