On Crisis

He asked me what's the center of my life. He said the center of my life would be something I put most of my time into. So I said it's school.

He said maybe it's not really school. Maybe I was using school as a reason.. to get away from everything and everyone, even him. Perhaps I did that so I don't have to face life and I make architecture my life.

He said I have a wall, a different kind of wall for a different kind of people. He said he couldn't get to me as I never let him in, "no one could". He said I am the sum of everybody's remembrance, but no one simple memory of me is exactly me.

So I wonder where I have dissapeared. When I have dissapeared. Why I dissapeared.

My friends have so much faith in me, but I don't. How ironic it is.