토론토는 죽은 도시 같다.

너무 깔끔하지만,

너무나 생기가 없는 도시.

아니면 그냥 내 눈에 죽어보이는 건가...

이 도시에 산다는게 거부감이 느껴진다.

아마 서울도, 다른 도시도 다른건 없겠지...

세상이란게... 각박하네

항상 우중충 한 하늘과, 회색 건물들...

너무 어두운거같다. 더러워보여..

maybe I'm allergic to this world.

I wanna be free, but it's better to be crazy than being free.

People say the world can be heaven or hell according to one's perspective. But things that I encounter seem to only solidify my pessimistic opinion toward this world.

By the way, it's true.

the world is grey.

It's a fucking melting pot, an intermediate, shaded area of the venn diagram.

It's got two faces; one is super-ugly, and one is pretty.

This fact makes the world gay-er.

I need answers.

I need answers to my life, to this world.

God, stop disappointing me . please..

When the hell will you tell me what the fuck my purpose is? Is the path that I have chosen the right one? I don't have that much time! and I need you to talk to me. I'm desperate, and insecure. Please... I know you are there, please do not turn my faith into another doubt. You know that my footstone is YOU. Please I beg you. give me the answer....

You're the only hope... pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee