I was very sleepy last night, after a long day at school. Overrun with lethargy, with my eyes barely wide opened but felt the compelling need to write, I grabbed a pen and 3 pieces of paper. My hair was matted, I pushed them behind my ears. I wrote, I sniff, I squint my eyes. I wrote, fingernails down to the quick. I wrote and wrote. Today, I scribbled notes to no one during econs lesson. Things are speeding up. So fast I am choking. No, it's not good. I was impatient, I wanted it fast. But now, it all comes at a go I can't take it. Watching the other cars go past, the striking lights at the expressway tunnel, the dead bushes, my tears couldn't stop flowing. They were so bitter. I ever once asked, "Why do our tears taste bitter?" You told me if we cry out of happiness, they would taste sweet. Else, they would be bitter 'cause we are sad. The heart is sad. As I stare out of the window, you going at a fast speed, I didn't turn to look at you at all. You touched my hand, moved to my head, down to my shoulder, trying to comfort me. I didn't move an inch, but sat there so motionless. I was tasting my bitter tears. I don't really wanna rant anymore. All the words that I've been wanting to say, that kept coming in, are so much they can be written out like a poetry. Nobody really wanna grumble anymore. Because no one else listens

Except you.