Balance 。。。

  Sometimes, it is very hard to balance between hiding and letting go feelings and emotions towards different people. Every once in a while as a cycle we will sink into the "depths of whatever it is" thing because of some pheromones being released in our brain and begin to think or do something stupid things. For example, what I am doing now.

  Although knowing that all these are bullshits and soon they will be gone, still I'm here writing about bullshits. It's just too messy and complicated recently. And it's even worst that I can't write it here. Maybe I should stop telling people that I have a blog, it used to be a good trick to pick up girls for when they see so many of the romantic son of a bitch writing there they will imagine them to be real. 

  Really tired of writing things metaphorically like I used to be, so a fucking brain-power wasting action. I used to describe a girl using Amber. How the hell did I relate a girl with Amber? Ya, normally Amber has some insects inside of it, it's the fossilized tree resin. So I was saying that the girl was either a huge chunk of dried resin with insects in her heart buried underground for thousands of years and became a huge chunk of transparent shiny stone or the girl was... whatever it is. 

  But for the situation now, I better keep on doing that. Or else the consequences will doom me.

  

I wanted to pour, I wanted to pour,

A sea of fear, an ocean of tears.

Frozen to the heart, thawing thawing I fear.

In the darkest night, storms and storms I hear.


I am the eye of the storm, and passing shall ye not here.

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  今天写华语吧，像很久很久以前那样。

  刚刚听了几首以前的歌，想了想，有些事，多久了也没改变过。

  “怎么XX了？” 为了应付诸如此类的许多问题，很多不同标准的答案都会事先的准备好，以便不用尴尬地支支吾吾不知道该说什么。当中一部分属实，一部分，是自己给自己的借口。虽然说是借口，也不完全没有根据，只是并不完全。

  但是就算是属实的那一部分，也不完全完全。总有那么一点是不说的。


下雨了，我们一起撑伞，走着，唱着歌。雨水滴滴答答在雨鞋上与心跳同步着，挽着的手紧扣着。不冷了，不冷了，紧紧地靠着，会暖的，会暖的。小心不要着凉了，生病了就不能来这里了。风越刮越猛，雨越下越大，靠得越来越紧，手越来越紧。下着雨，撑伞，走着，唱着歌，手麻了，不能弹琴了。


到最后，不是经不起诱惑，而是承受不住束缚。

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