Sometimes I was eager to spread sth out, but soon realized that I'd better swallow them back. It's been a long time, too long that I've been used to keep silence, though I don't want to. Resently I drew new pics, while I found that I have no place to store them. Or maybe I should just burn them up, like they burnt up my life. There're much things I don't want to do, but I have no choice. Perhaps one day I could get an opportunity to flee from all this, that's why I'm here and still exist. :)
P.S.Since there's no one except me, I'm gonna put my extra pics in here, for nobody would care.