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Tuesday, August 31, 2010


You pushed me away, with your very hands

Once were so wanted by me.

What can I do?

What should I do?

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Beaches be locco.

You give me never-ending disappointments.

Maybe I should just make a song out of you.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010


Stop reminding me of how it was like...

Sunday, August 22, 2010


Why must the both of you forever quarrel only when i'm around, and not when he's around? Even if it's not in front of him, why must the both of you always quarrel when i'm around? Can't you guys at least wait till i fuck off then only the two of you start your war? Do you know what sort of effect it's giving me? Conclusion is, this few months will be the most crucial for me, i'm sorry but i just dont have the luxury to dwell into the problem the both of you are dealing with.
Please understand.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010


Can't sleep... Not yet... Too much to do...

Sunday, August 15, 2010


Fuck my bloody monday.

Saturday, August 14, 2010


Crying doesn't mean that you are weak, it means that you are strong enough
to admit you have weaknesses.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

I'm sorry. I made a mistake.

I feel so sorry to you actually... I know at the back of your mind you really want me to ace them all, try to put some scholarships into my pocket if possible. I hate myself actually cause I'm just too damn fucking lazy. I admit I'm lazy and I've been too much into myself. I was in such a self-denial period thinking everything would somehow work out fine without actually putting the necesary effort into it. I'm so sorry. We're not rich, I understand that all too well... I really hate myself. I'm so sorry to disappoint you. Thanks for still putting up that smile for me even though I know you're upset. Please give me that one last chance to push myself. It's all my fault. I'm really sorry. I'll try not to disappoint you anymore. Please have faith in me.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010


It's out, finally out.
It's crap, perfect shit.
I feel fucked up.
You know what? I'm fine.
I'll do it all fucking by myself,
I don't care even if I crawl up like a bloody ball and roll myself to the corner,
I don't give a fuck if I have to continue crying alone.
I'm fine. I'll stand up alone.
Always have,
always will.