In the time, I am lonely, so lonely.

Anybody looking me, the crazy woman in angle. I don't care, I am lilyma, just lilyma.

I feeling drunk.

How should I do?!

I wannna crying...

Art is long, life short; judgmentn difficult, opportunity transient.True love too, not easy.

And if so be I burn at my own pleasure, whence comes my wailing, where my sad complaint?

Buffeted the double-winded storms that blow. From ever-contrary shores; alsa, for woe! What is this wondrous malady that fills me with fire of ice and ice of fire, and kills me.

I seems died already....
2003.6.1..2:22AM

(LOL~ I looking the writing today, I am thinking about last night. I was alone and drink too much, and after running to home. And wrote this. Beyond belief, how can wrote this? Even I cannot see clear the computer. So so so funny! I am crazy. Said such words, e'en I cannot understand my self. LOL~ I am absurd.)-lilyma 2003.6.2 5:02am