redbull, large iced brewed coffee with tons of sugar syrup.
caffine, sugar.
sugar rush?
mentally, i'm dead.
physically, i'll love a midnight run.
too bad, no guts. HAHA.

life, people, you.

is others' perception of you part of your identity?
if it's that, then, wouldn't be identity no longer a personal thing?
identity, all that that's belong to you. you and just you.
others' views of you, that's you? Your identity?
i guess .. more of a mask you put on.

how others see you, then how you behave.
letting it shape your mask.
that label you've pasted onto you,
gradually, into you ..

you can't discard this,
can't dissolve this air ard you anymore.
it's all false now.

reality.
yeah, that's that.
you only have you to hug.




even the wrong route seems right sometimes.
yeah.
it'll be right,
if you take the first step to the seemingly wrong route.
but, how many dare to?
for a start, i've got too much of shit cowardice to even feel the path.