I hadn’t been able to talk freely. I used to talk to myself—which has stopped—because some people pointed out how bizzarre it was. Offline, online, acquaintances, people with close connections, I was tired of their prejudices. However, I still intended to keep myself sane.

I will post bunch of phrases, paragraphs, or essays which may make no sense whenever and wherever I feel like the urge to. They will be followed with a picture to describe the feeling at the moment.

It is just one of those stupid diaries, journals, or whatever you decide to call it.

It is also a message in a bottle for someone who was with me since I was little.