still feeling so misplace, so uncomfortable.

too much silent, so hard to blend in.

so much conversation, none was my topic.

languages i could understand but i hate to speak.

like a black dot on a piece of clean white paper, outcasted.

holding back so much, too much.

keep moving, keep moving

keep thinking, keep thinking

thankyou for standing by me anw{if you happen to read}

oooh, stop being all so critical about me.

know me before you misinterpret.

i awfully hope that somethings would happen one day.

till then, you might really get to know me well enough to judge.

turn away.