Nande mo nai

[oboeteiru]

I feel so little and insignificant. I know I should not be feeling this way but it just is. I guess all I can do now is wait for the right time when my mind will (hopefully) be of good use. For myself and for others. It may just get worse... since I'm sitting next to a stranger.

Anyway. This journal is supposedly dead. I keep on saying that, but everything is still the same.