-Even with our fists held high
It never would've worked out right.

Edmund's chalet today.
Tired.

out for job interview tmr (:

the feeling of after Os,
should i even feel like this?
somehow, i don't like it .. its, uncomfortable.
this doesn't taste like freedom, at all.

the urgency to need to search ..
or would you tell me how to?
still, un-found.

so this is how it should be,
uhhuh, no, too dumb of me already.
you ... no words could even be used to descibe.
i'll go on my life well, even if it sucks now. Bye.