Yesterday? It’s 2.49 am. I don’t want to be 21. It’s a bloody Black Jack number -_-
So that’s what i am now… Black Jack? I really don’t want to be 21. I hate it. It means I’m one step closer to the year ending. There’s nothing for me there. Not that i can own up to.
But i don’t want to die. I’m in limbo, and everything is so dizzy outside.