If tomorrow never comes, how nice it’s. Gone were those days where existence come as calculated and prearranged, sixteen and dieing. Both my parents are indifferent to tomorrow, which left me contemplating what should I do tomorrow. Supposing I let myself down, let's say I got good results. But nothing matters any longer, tomorrow would be another day, another insignificant day. Why are my emotions concealed behind that unemotional mask, u may see me walking nonchalant tomorrow but under the calm exterior lies a burning huge flame.

if u see nth here 2morrow u would know how "good" was my results