Whatever the problem
We avoid it

I have a habit of skipping the dinner meal

One provoke is enough for me to leave the table in instant

Food doesn't matter
What matters is my peace of mind

Yanyi | Dream of the Divided Field Poems; “The Friend”

Look around you
No one really deserves anything
Things just happen
So stop taking it too hard

Too personal
While it's not
You're just either lucky or unlucky

It's about fortune
So I hold on to my happy-go-lucky personality

Some of us receive kisses and hugs before bed
While others gets slapped

Life is fun anyway

Emo era is back

Am I surprised? Nah
Am I even disappointed? Nah

It just means more therapy hours on how not to be a crazy violent person

We'll see