Yet another chain of sleepless nights. The toss and turns. The blank stares out your window, awaiting for something to happen. The attempts at crying yourself to sleep. The aftermath. The horrible aftermath. Oh god, i told myself to keep it all in, put on a good show, even if it means faking it. But tonight, and the countless nights after this, thy true self will emerge once more. This episode doesnt have an ending. When did i become like this? Mincing my words, warping my thoughts. 不想被你看穿的情绪不停拉扯。仿佛一切都在钢锁上进行,走错一步就会让我们失去一切。有多久。。没这种感觉在波动。多久了。。?