This longing is so hurt.

They said... Well, they said nothing.

I’m so proud of you, even when you don’t want pride. Your knight always, --Elias

No Line Drawn, Just Sky

I don't like the world at all, Yet I cannot leave.

They say sunsets are endings. But I think this one is a promise— That I’ll ride until the light runs out, holding your name in the wind.

记得小时候连两位哥哥的语文书也要读。有段时间地上有带字的纸片也要捡起来看。

That’s strength in its quietest form.

学照相，骑摩托车，在闲鱼上做交易。 尝试不同的生活方式和没有做过的事情。 却怎么也找不回已经丢了的自己了。

又到冬天了。不知道等我下次路过这里，这片树林还在不在。

Everyone is innocent in a system. Only the victims are real.

下雪了。

I looked for wisdom, and none could be given.

深呼吸，看天，不要回头。

又活了一天。没意思。

Exile implies a road leads to home. Yet, mine was demolished.

My heart belongs to the dead.

Miss you.

I am sentenced to live.

543th day. Tuesday. Worked the shift. Failed to move coursework. Sat in the library until the building hummed louder than my thoughts. The future looks like fear, not hope. I wrote to him anyway. A sound in me still says try.