If you don't have a sad tear in your eye and a happy smile on your lips then there is something wrong with you. People who want to die, hurry up and die! Your wasting clen air. Because i want to believe that there are no such memories that you can just forget...so that someday, someday i might become myself who wouldn't lose...and then someday i will even overcome it so it can be a precious memory....i believe it. The scariest thing..the most painful thing..is to be hated by someone you truly love..You only have two choices..to die..or to let die! I've been lost ever since i was born...The future is not something to see, but something to create..Because 10 billions year time is so fragile, so ephermal, it arouses in such a bittersweet scent,....almost heartbreaking fondness..The night is scary, maybe death i suppose, but if night is death, then death is not to be scared of..Life is a game..don't play it if you can't win it..The only person you can trust is YOURSELF! Play hard until you have nothing to regret! To be this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn. It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, given a greater luster to our colors, a richer resonance to our words. I don't like myself, you know. I love myself, of course. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself. I never really envision the finish of anything that I start. It's risk that fascinates, the moment of infinite possibility. It lures me through eternity when all other charms fail. Despair was so familiar to me; it could be banished by the sight of a beautiful mannikin in the window. It could be dispelled by the spectacle of lights surrounding a tower. It could be lifted by the great ghostly shape of St. Patrick's coming into view. And then despair would come again. If it's always the sun that is always showing and shining, then how could you see the beauty of the night, stars, and moon...night is not scary but mysterious beauty..Anger and Revenge leads to redemption...