Well... perfect. Here I come, stay working.

Perfect to be working, perfect to be talking to family, perfect to be icqing with people who know I am not going too right recently.

Ha... BLT, not breakfast, that's just Busy, Lonely and Tired for me. Finally from toleration becomes acceptance. Many people tell me that I have done nothing wrong, and maybe things that I want is actually in front of me unseen. Only time passes I will know... I think so, passing, fulfilling, talking... and sleeping to get even more tired.

It will be such full days coming, I will be perfectly fine... just as you feel the same even I have been put into a cold world.

Sun finally is shining, however, my iris already cannot react, brightness only hurts me rather than comfort me. May cloud continue to cover the moon, the stars...