phoenix

do you know that i have a compulsion to eat or do housework when i think of you? and day by day, as i clean my room, i'm watching the flower that yiyan picked wilt. it's drooping more and more; i think it's dying. and there's nothing i can do to save it.

i'm listening to 我真的受伤了 by 张学友.

it's not always easy to tell the good people from the bad people. sinners can surprise you, and the same can be said of saints. why do we try so hard to define people as simply good or bad? because we refuse to believe that compassion and cruelty can lie side by side in the same heart. because we fear the fact that anyone is capable of anything.

then in this world of darkness, we all need some colour.