i dont what i have been up to lately.
i am ruining myself. i have been thinking too much.
reminisce the past.. that's all i've been doing.
the grandeur of everything we've shared.
oh whatever.
i actually cried when mr yong sort of.. scolded me in class.
tears just gushed out my ducts.
uncontrollably oozing.
i've not yet straightened out. well.. how can i?
it's driving me to dementia that is.
all the utopia.. euphoria.. aint happening.
ants. dammit. ants all over my study table.
its 2400 now. i am supposed to sleep at 2200. i promised myself.
i suck. my time plan is not even working.
fuck myself for being me.fuck myself for being ugly. fuck myself for being poor.
i hate it.
why do the wealthy people get everything they want?
while all the poor can do is suffer the misery they're put into.
why do the beautiful people get the people they want to be involved with?
while the ugly can do is look at the person walk away..
fade away... go away... get lost... eurgh...
i think 'spoilt' my own hand. i punched it on the wall.. and...
ta duh! there aint no blue black.. but..
it just hurts when i press the 'affected' area.
nothing is as hurt as my heart.
i've disappointed everyone.. my parents.. teachers.. friends?
but YOU.. eurgh.. nvm.. love your enemies..


**iamstandingalone,suportingtheskiesthatfallsdownonme_____



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