tell me that i'll be fine and everything's still okay.

tomorrowtomorrowtomorrowtomorrowtomorrow

i don't want to keep living like this for the holidays.

then there's nothing to look forward too.

i've always wondered why people tend to get lost in what they're doing and fail to see the big picture. now i know why. the big pictures are made up of medium-sized pictures which are made out of small bits of pictures and the hurdle's when you can't see past the medium-sized pictures because the biggest you can see are the medium-sized ones, which look big to you but are actually very small amongst the millions of people.

no wonder people commit suicide. it's a blessing, sometimes, that we get so lost in our own bits and pieces. what are we really living for?