sometimes i wonder why am i making myself so busy...sometimes i wonder why am i lonely...sometimes i wonder why am i changing myself...sometimes i winder why i can't be myself...sometimes i wonder what was my initial purpose of these stuff...

sometimes.i feel out of place.i wish for an eternal night where the city is quiet.i wish to drop everything i have now and stroll till the end of time.i wish i can choose not to have a purpose of my life.