My thoughs are running in my head. They'll kill me some day.
Why I'm writing in english? I don't know.
Why I'm here? I don't know.
Why I will go at school tomorrow? I don't know.
I love to live. But sometimes I wanna sleep away. Sometimes...
I'd like to go home. It's not a place where I belong but a time. And I hope this happy time is in the future. May be tomorrow...