Are you my passer-by?

I talked to beef on the phone tonight, asked for the pics of me he has; I miraculously was irritated by his voice, tone and accent. I don’t know him anymore; he is so in my past. I once loved him very much as I did to all of them, and now when I think about it, he was the biggest challenge I had in that period of morbid life, I think I was actually in love with myself, my patient and the curiosity of how far I could go, yes, sometimes I feel sorry for my bravery on this kind of issue, it’s so natural to me just like a dog fetching for Frisbee…..

It’s not that I became so rational suddenly, just recently the ones who love me so much that dragged me back to the real world, and also I have resigned my morbid work, I feel alive with the fresh air, the world is open for me againJ and I feel love again. I feel love from the ones who care about me, and ran to me when I’m in needed, they are the passengers in my car, and we are saying goodbye to the passer-bys.

Goodbye beef, I think you will always be happy with what you have, because you never giveJ.

For the one who is trying to get in my car, hi there, it’s pretty full back there, wanna be the driver for a while? I need some rest. Just come to me, I will show you the map of where we are driving to, we will do it in the way we like, and make each other two of the luckiest person in the world in this short / long journey.

Would you like to join? And have you got the key? …

Love ya