Not dying, but I really feel like nothing but black and the unknown. I like being free and nothing to worry, or at least nothing about the damn study to worry. It's the second best times in my life, however, it won't be long, I know it quite well.

No matter how hard I try to treasure the moments of this hot summer, I regret and feel sorry always. I have a strange and annoying feeling of fear, fear of the future university life and the track of my whole life. I can't always do what I want or be what i want to be, and I just regard it as tragedy. I'm not that optimistic.

I'm at a loss. I wonder how long I would keep our friendship and when you will leave me with no return. I hope that day never comes.

It depends on you, not me, you all know that.

I've been listening to black metal, gothic metal and thrash metal all day long for the past few days and I'm already immune from those so called noise. I thought they are just, fantastic.

If you disappoint me, I'll delete all my blogs about you. I'm strong, you know.