I thought... I would be happy
but this isn't happiness is it

underneath the joys of having exams done with
looms the dreaded feeling that my university life is also over

beneath the anticipation of returning back to my homeland, seeing my family and friends, eating great food
lies the gloom that my time with the friends, whom I have grown to love,
is also hastily running out

below the absolute bliss of having nothing to do and no care in the world lurks the
empty feeling of having nothing to do, no purpose in life and absolutely no vision for the future

yes, my time is running out and I still don't know what I want
I don't want this to end. And yet, I can't go on like this.
Why do I fight growing up? No one seems to be so hung up about it.

-S-I-G-H-!!!

Your cold and lifeless face,
lying down on a wooden bed,
segregated by a piece of glass,
it makes me feel bad.

I hope you got my little prayer.. RIP

Here's a passage about love.

"Love... Have you ever been in love?"
"You might say that."
"Horrible, isn't it?"
"In what way?"
"It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside of you and mess you up.
You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...
You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore."

It's true, isn't it? =)