《Running to the Edge of the World》

Not yet. I’m still not recovery.

Inside my heart is still full of anger. I want to kill somebody including the monster, or they would back to swallow my heart.

I’m still alive by the shape of shame, even that’s the one of the God’s joke.
Who laugh at me? I don’t want to ask anyone for an answer. Likeable, I don’t want to ask for anyone’s help to get in hell.

Hell and heaven, just the mirror of the lifecycle.
When we born, we in hell; when we die, we in heaven.
Simple theory.



Welcome to my hell.