Listening to Boulevard of Broken Dreams

While listening to this song, it seems to speak of myself too, at least very much of my life now. Somehow I don't like to have people moving into my space, I need my own air, my time, my space, my thoughts. And how I wish I could heck care what everybody else is thinking.

I saw so much fucked up people in life that I can't help to understand, 'see through' what's in their mind, what are they up to when they speak to me like this or that... I'm tired, frankly, and I don't give a damn of how your plans are going to work. I'm not going to stop you, but I ain't part of this game.

Today it boiled my blood to see inconsiderate people in the MRT again...
Came in with newspaper at hand, then rest his shoulders to the gripping bar...don't these fuckers know that they are depriving others from getting a grip when the train stumbled to a stop!? AND their newspaper... FUCK THEM! YOU still could read when people are crowding in... I feel like I could almost shout and reprimand that fucker up at the instant. Come on, use your pig brain at your butt and think twice before doing that again...

the fucked up world,
zhaoru.