feeling like as though i'm trying so hard to struggle within the whirlpool.

nothing can direct me back to where i am suppose to be anymore ;

so much that's felt within me,

yet no one understands.

what's left?

what can i do?

what am i suppose to do?

i drew the original JackJack for my friend, because she drew something for me. (: and i drew jackjack because of the "firey" power he had!
"JACKJACK PHOOOM!"
damn cute! (:

people stay,
people leave.
what matters most is,
the time we've spent together,
enjoyed ourselves,
and that it's remembered as memories..