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Please, teach me how to be frank and to only tell the truth. Show me that and not insult anyone. But please reassure me that lies are not detestable, for I myself tell lies, as every does. Let me laugh at flowery speeches and reluctant smiles, loud applause behind which mocking eyes eye. Let me speak of expectations, not conclusion, because I won't polish it with nice words and phony achievements. I'm sick of all of that. I want true recognitions.

He, I have only known him for a very short time, definitely not long enough to have some kind of judgment about him. But still, I'll never look at him the same way again. Let's not speak of sensitiveness or politeness, I just can never look at him the same way again. I don't hate him or look down on him, I don't like him or want to befriend him, or anything. I just can never look at him the same way again.

You often tell me: just let it be and have fun. Oh yeah, sing your heart out, close your eyes and strum your guitar, feel the keys of your piano, listen to the rhythms from your drumsticks. Flail your arms, move your body, write your mind, grin and sing. Just have fun.

I seem to have enough things to worry about, so let's just have fun for now.