Finally, second week of school had passed.

My actions are just helping me to escape from the reality.
Who is going to help me get back to the right track of life.
I wonder.
Goodnight, People.

Emotionally Tired,
Brenda.

"A failing love is like desperately hanging on to something precious; not wanting to give up, but your hands feel the pain. And, when you finally let go, you're free from any pain, but your hands are empty."