Havoc

I seriously hate unknown numbers.

Headphones on, world off.

I collect memories like other people collect things.

One song, a thousand memories.

I have two sides: before 12 AM and after 12 AM.

We cannot make someone happy who does not want to find happiness.

That I always paid attention to, especially to the things you loved... but you never treated me the same way.

Why did i leave you? You were the person...

I love songs, but I love the person who sends me beautiful songs even more.

Please, please, even if you don’t like something, don’t talk bullshit about its fandom. It’s not fucking cool bro.

Just fuck off bro... and let me enjoy it. You’re not a critic with all that bullshit you keep saying.

Why does everyone always look for the best subject in everything?

Maybe in another life, we won't have to fight just to be happy, to be free.