A Boring Night

The one who provides sperms in order to produce me has came back...

He is such a junk...

In my eyes...

Same as me...

Sometimes only...




I often win...

Or draw...




And he is leaving this friday...

Hurray!!!


For times I found that the only reason I am still calling him "Father"...

Is "Money" I guest...

I feel like can't find any other reason for it...


It sounds cruel ...

But its true for me...



For so long ...

I never come out with a new post...



Thoughts often flash through my mind...

I always think that I would like to write them down...

But when i get back to my house and sit infront of my computer...

All of them suddenly disappeared...



I am runing out of time...

For everything...

Not including about my life of course...