sometimes, its good to ponder about things late in the night, 

minus the tears and everything else. 

the beginning of a day is always so peaceful, like the beginning of a child's life. 

then, as time passes, everything just turned chaotic and complicated. 

when i think about the future, i see nothing but nothing. 

darkness. 

pitch-black. 

bleak. 

everything don't seem to be falling into place lately. 

i hate everything out there. 

i hate myself most. 

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.