The seasons pass as it goes through the test of the smooth fine sand flowing down to the lower part of the hourglass.
The second hand of the clock makes a little 'tick' as it moves round and round the clock face, a never ending process until the battery dies out, somehow signifying the boring routine that humans go through in their life until they meet the Grim Reaper.
The digits in the digital clock jumps continuously, and falls back to a complete zero again, acompanied by a distant sound of the grandfather clock.
A dark figure sitting by a bed, his long and eerie shadow casted on the floor by the dark dim lights.
Oh, how has he changed!
From a person full of life and vitality into someone who struggles day and night in trying to piece his shattered heart into one, tormented by his very own insecurity and inflicting pain in himself.
The pain, it brings about a moment of relief, and the echos of his crestfallen cries echoes in his room. Despair loomed over him and he just lay on his bed, weeping. Oh, the feeling of self pity and anguish.
Were you like that before?
I certainly was.
I mean, like duh. After being dumped and getting rejected numerous times, I've gone through this state pretty often.
At least now, I knew the game. I knew the answer.
It irks me to see a boyfriend carrying his girlfriend's handbag.
Conclusion?
That guy's gonna get dumped pretty soon after his girl got tired of him.
Face it, men.
You can't be nice to the girls you like, it'll just show them what a wuss you are.
Begone to the old and boring method of courtship - giving gifts, roses, buying dinner.
It's illogical. Well, that is, in men's brain.
Morale of the story is, if you want a girl, don't kiss her ass.
Be a man!
Leon Hydroxide (:
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