i can't wait to go home.
as much as i love travelling, i'm feeling so home-sick now.
i wanna go home.

while here, i had thinking done.
and i came to one simple conclusion.

people that mistreated me, people that broke my heart. people that tore me apart. 
you are the people i wouldn't give a damn fuck when i'm doing well. 
i'm talking about now, i'm talking about the future.
i promise you won't be the one next to me when i'm flying high.
i promise you will be the one doing regrets.

because of you, here is me. 

goodnight moscow.

the unknown 3rd year. 

are you happy?

so who was dying inside now?

you may have already decided to break all promises.

and i have decided that i'm keeping mine.

it's a love story.

but nobody's saying yes.

suddenly very tired.
don't even wanna think.
but yet i couldn't deny that i can't stop the thoughts from coming.

so weak.

i'm closing my eyes, making myself sleep.
dreams are better than reality. 
isn't it so....

goodnight