The End of August

I feel depressed.
It's not because of a girl this time. I don't know the primary reason why. Mixed emotions burden my heart. It's hard to breathe.

The papyrus is long overdue, but the pharaoh is still busy with his lovelife, his facebook, his tumblr. He doesn't pay too much on the papyrus. We had a little discussion about it, but, what's inside it? Pure bandages of what the real world is. Frivolous thoughts combined together formed a train-wrecked masterpiece. I don't know what to do. He wants love instead of local trends. What now?

The pencil told the eraser that the pencil loves the eraser. The eraser hesitated at first, but, he soon is falling in love with the pencil. But, some things keep them apart. They know each other very well, but things are not meant to be. The pencil is easily broken. The eraser does his best to erase every wrong mistake. The pencil still hopes for things to change, but the eraser sees nothing. They cannot be.

The disappearance of a branch to the trunk added to the melancholy.

The sickness of the trunk also bothers me.

Numbers in school are but numbers, but they mean so much to me. And I feel nervous whether I will get low or high.

Argh. So many problems, so little person.

Owl City, sing me to sleep tonight.