Sylvia Ji, google her up.

After that time I
Become like a
Caged bird locking her own
Doors, but of course sometimes I do my best to breakout
Everytime I venture on out, at some point, my Holden Caulfield kicks in
Fews friends are aware, saying that I only bottle
Going out for a walk does
Helps a bit while listening to my
Ipod, I wish I have a
Joker to take me away to somewhere far and perhaps to
Kindle my heart or
Listen to my words
Maybe that's selfish for me to ask
Night then becomes melancholy
Oh I might as well just stick to my bottling and I don't know how to tell my
Parents, I wanted to tell them, but they're no help in listening
Question a lot of things running through my head
Reviewing movies I have repeatedly watched
Santa Rosa is a growing city-town, I know I'd shrink
To somewhere I don't know this
Universe sure makes me feel quite small
Vending machines are sure fun to mess around with
Weddings looks quite lovely
X, is letter my title to show my anonymous and invisible state
Yes, *Le sigh* Good Night
ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Some crappy, freehand entry. Nothing special.

I forgot that the earth just tilted. There will be some less sun, I'll try not to fall asleep.

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I think I'm even more inspired.

I've calculated that it takes about an hour and a half to walk straight from my workplace to my home.