Y told me, “If you really want to help somebody, you have to be physically and mentally strong enough (not to be knocked down, not to be discouraged, and not to be hurt).” And she’s right. I am not that strong!

After I met “THIS”, I just feel that things are getting more difficult, more confused, and even worse. I know that life goes on in this way all the time. But in order to get out of these shit things, I am addicted on it more and more and much more rely on the ridiculous power of this shit. I hate me, myself, and mine much more than anybody else. What did I do wrong? Things are getting worse.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us.

The bird struggles out of the egg. The egg is the world. Whoever wants to be born, must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God’s name is Abraxas.

사람냄새 묻어나는 그런 사람들과 부딪치고 싶습니다.
피곤함도 덜어주고, 내가 살아 숨쉬고 있다는 것을 느끼게 해줄수 있는 그런 사람들과 잠시라도 부딪치고 싶습니다.