how much i love you to make you love me.

how much talent i should have to make myself feel better?
how...
i wish i know more about everything. but there ain't subject called "everything".
thus i better live, without much expectation.



there is always distance.
no matter how. no matter how.


see your photos. her words.

what is typical, what is art?
there is no love.



i always find it is difficult.
you feel hard time in your life.


this might be the last time i feel pressure from my work.
what am i doing here?


i fuck up.