I don't know how to say this.

I don't know how to play this game.

I could have probably found somebody,

Or I've been thinking I'm already in the fame?

This pain is never gonna be out of this.

My tears might have already wet these chips.

Today's Saturday.

I'm at home.

Friday, I was in the bed for almost the whole day.

Assignments ready only 13%.

More to go.

Wednesday was my group assignment's dateline, and did pretty well I guess.

More on that day.

Thursday was work and work never gets better.

Customers have been shopping like pigs attacking its own sty.

& felt worst by the night time, and there I go, Friday, in the bed all the day.

.... ... .... ... .... ... .... ... ....

Day by day, I feel the connection.

Here, what I only see is just myself.

Are you there?

You are alone there and I see that.

Okay FUCK! What the hell is wrong with me?

I don't know.

That somehow doesn't matter to you because you've got all.

I feel bad, but why should I?

You want it, I want it.

I know.

All these can come through anytime like before.

The very first time... what can I say?

You stole everything like you owned it all.

& I was there and am right here, exhausting for what have gone.

I can't stop thinking of you until that I can't remember how you look like.

I'm just confused and a fool here.