I have a short story to tell. Listen now, its just a short story.

During sex, you help eachother undress. After sex, you dress yourself.

The moral of the story is, in life, nobody will help you once you're fucked.

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You may be lamenting a failed attempt at something. You put your all into it, heart and soul. You thought ahead. You did your research. You were prepared. You worked hard. And yet nothing came of it. Well, nothing except experience. But experience, is priceless. What you learned recently through a dissatisfying experience will offer you a wealth of knowledge and wisdom when you really need it. That time may not come until mid-year, but it will come. And then you won't be regretting your experience at all.

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Sometimes i feel like im at the edge of the cliff looking down at the crashing surf with nowhere to go but down. I used to have this fun dreams when i was so free. But now as i fly, im afraid. There are telephone lines and electrical wires. How painful would it be to run into one. I wonder if i'll ever be free again. Im slowing sinking in a vast lake of quicksand, a bottomless pool. I wish i could crawl under a rock and sleep forever. I seemed to be at the end of the road.
My name is Kelvin Ku. I write this and hopes that one day, many years from now, i would be able to go back, and remembers what my life was like, when i was a young and confused adolescent. Desperately trying to understand myself in the world i live in.

"Let it signify a realisation of all things i've wished for."

I'm waiting for you happiness. I'm still waiting. I smile. I'll know who i am. I love the people around me. I'll stay grounded. I'll go alongside with nature. I believe and i feel. So, don't stay too far away from me.

I've said honesty is always the best policy. But now, it seems as though honesty is only the best policy when used appropriately. People just want to impress others by trying to show all the good sides and covering up all the flaws. Humanity is characterised in a way, how could i complain. Let's face it, it's a harsh world out there. Frequently, we are just not so honest to tell the truth. To protect ourselves, or others. By telling a different story, are you comfortable to live in lies? After all, you tell the truth, you endanger yourself in a position where others may get rid of you. Inviting trouble maybe?

Take it, this is me, as it is. You can decipher for yourself.

I want to live honestly, really.