It's Feb. 26, 2008. In just few more days, the second month of this year is gonna to be gone.

What do I do?
Where do I go?
How do I do?
When do I do?
Who do I gonna to be?

Tons of question marks, they bothers me, affects my mind, and influence my thought.

Should I just quit this god damn job?
Should I keep staying in this shit place?
Should I fuck get my ass out of here?

All of all, I got pressure from people I love. My dad, my aunt, and my family. Then, my mind stopped.

Live, is a mixature of bunch of craps.yeah, i really do believe it.

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