I always wanted to mute every thing from my life. Being deaf to every yell at home and to underestimate voice at work. I always wanted to elude every doubting sight and loud sigh. Being a forgotten being for every one. I always wanted to fix the miserable things that happen, but instead I just keep adding it. At one point, I realize I can’t change anyhing if it’s something that has been written — something that taking me out of the track and push me down the hill.