I’m a bust

I’ve always been a bust, a big bust, since the beginning of time, just as this kid above.

And it would not make any difference to me even I don’t like him, and even after I realize it.

My mind always goes the other direction as of my action, so did his.

I still remember listening to Citizen Cope’s song when riding in a train running in the snow land. The laziness of his voice and the laziness of my nature always make a good pair.

I don’t why I am so obsessed of being idle and doing nothing at all but just staring at the snow blowing at my window with nobody in sight.

I’m not a lonely person that always feels so, but the more I’m with the crowd, the more I want to be alone.

I believe I’m morally and socially a good person, but maybe, as I now realize, not a useful person as I’d thought before. Again, maybe just like him

I don’t want to ordinary, but again, maybe that’s who I am and I will be. That might be the difference between me and him.

And the other difference, he is fortunate.

Let me say it again, you knew it’s going to be a tragedy before it even started…