CURRENT MOOD: VOLATILE

give me a tight slap.
I can't believe this.

There's endless to spout.
I'd be a liar if I say I'm cool.

The draft I've accumulated ain't very pleasant.
And I can't bring myself to say the nice stuffs either.
nothing matters anymore.

So I'll just take a deep breath & swallow everything down.


"Hang On! You guys can do it", the love ones encouraged.
"yeah, thanks..." while she struggles to hang on strong.

I hate to say this but
let's have fun & enjoy our performance.