When was the last time I post something? It was last year, isn't it?

Well, I've been wondering the purpose of this blog recently. Why did I wrote here? I guess I have nowhere else to pour the seriousness in me. Haha.

Okay, here it is. I've given up upon life years ago. Why am I still living then? First, I tried to kill myself but I just don't die. There's several scars on my wrist, they're fading away already. I guess I just need to wait for my expiry date to come. I have nothing up on my sleeve now. It's empty. It's not like anyone else, who still have high spirit, filled with resolutions which one may not actually achieve them. The spirit in me, the hopes, they died, long ago. Together with the youth I once possessed, those fire in the eyes, the burning passion for life. It's life that kills me. That being said, I'm not giving out anymore. My inventory is empty. I have no purpose. I don't expect anything else. Nothing surprise me anymore. I have no hope or what else it is. I'm just waiting for my time to stop. Nothing sad about that. Once you set and focus on that, nothing can take away your gaze anymore. You will die alone.

But I do have a resolution for this year. I hope I can grow my hair longer. I wish I can see myself having a long hair, once in a lifetime. I wish life can be nicer to me.