I am back..

surviving back not only from exam torture..
but also from logical thinking problems..

it is that I am getting more and more nostalgic..
as I　am always haunted by my past..
like blips on the radar..
they blip frequently and more often..
if I am gifted a wish..
I wish that all my memories about you all could be erased..
from Junior 3 to now..
from the beginning to the end..



it's hurting..
like a tattered blade scratching a bare flesh..
it is not I being extreme but the fact..
it is all what you have left in my soul...
looking at that pair of barren eyes..it is soulless..
apart..like an invisible barrier forming..
we have to go diverging parts..
school is just a place where we could met everyday..

once in the world..
you are on your own..