The best part of a day...

...is when I stand in front of the mirror, wash my eyes and wait until all my real emotions disappear from my face. I just love it.

And the worst thing is...

...that although everyone keeps telling me "I can understand you", no one really can and it's not really helping but choking me with every moment...

I can remember the time...

...when music meant only songs played on the radio to me...

There is one simple thought...

...in my mind during listening to "You Don't Know Love" by Editors and that thing is "I want to be loved"...