back frmo the trip/ silence

id rather we break up when you'd still feel sad than break up at a point when u dun feel anything anymore

something so true tt only hit me the moment i said it out
and i heard the cracks in ur voice n knew there were tears
and i couldnt bear to do it
and u were a child n separation from love was jus wrong
u dun do tt to children do you
do i sound spastic or wad
but theres this graveness in me

so many things in life to figure out

this conundrum came , stays....

kinda miss hk days

the everyday wordless companionship
despite tension
despite inner strife
alone in the room
alone together har har trite oxymoron employed again
just that sweet presence
of your specialest somebody in this whole wide world

dying for love suddenly doesnt seem such an abstract concept no more
not so far off
not so impossible
not so unreasonable
not so incomprehensible.....


doesnt it feel like we're together already.. even if we dont say it?

love ps/ych/ed/lic/o

n b/o/ule/var/d of /b/rok/en /dr/ea/ms

larlarlar
physics is interesting
i wanna make a toy too!

chocolate dispensers...
how nice to make one!
if only we had more time

gp test later
how ah

die lor

doesn matter
looking at the trite shit they call model essays
haha
this is nietszche s master slave theory
aka sourgrape theory

but seriously
i see it the banality
but not genius enough to trump it
or rellie
lets see lets see

im such a stupid asshole
taking her too seriously
fucker fucking off~*

i try

try to walk waway and i stumbble
my woirld crumlbes when ure not theree

monday is here

shall mug econs

how tempting to throw away my phgone
i put it in the tissue box so i t seems like ive lost it
HAHAHA

so i dun hafta reply
dun hafta check
dun hafta be enslaved by it
dis chain
un chain

but she'll get pissedd

arhhh

at this rate im gonna screw over my a s har har

my ass

i rty to say gdbyeee ad i chokee
its claer

wanna go shoping?

oh yeaS! i got a new bagg ^_^ wear mye jeans mye shirt mye bag all i need is in that bag and run away walk down the street i could go on for dayss

angels or devils

angels they burn inside of us
are we ever gonna learn to fly//

dishwalla roxor!!

its beens almost 3 months..
strife lives on

lil bitch has grown out of his nickname
ive moved out of batch house
ive grown apart from grace
the song reminds me of lil bitch

her her her
how is she
how s us

til i get over u lets me into my british life n blue tinted spyglass n life n tree n house with gate n swing n nice inside

so many dreammmss..

okay lets live this one out firs
ill go eat breakfast.. n check my phone

so weird

haf things reached stability
after 10 days
this is crazy
this is whirlwind
this is so wrong
but it seems alright
probable
positive
it seems
workable
i will nevER EVER EVER EVER go clubbing in shirt and shorts again
omg that was a crazy thing to do.

now im plagued with rashes
sleep sleep
was gonna say smth abt birthday wishes
but..
scary.
i might affect the karma or delicate kismet htings

competition

f it... f it
so why shd i feel pisseddd
i dun feel pised
i feel a bit worried i think
so u say u haf a gd time
but wish u had joined ur other frens
aHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
try to parallel it in my life
somehow

hiya screw it
who gives a shit
damn tired
laning sucks
o team sucks
f!
fQ!
fQ!

waltzing thoughts

keep wondering if.. god why can't i be more secure n lay off those words are reusable recyclable.. recycled? reused? already???????? can't i jus enjoy my time here in this platform space tt ive chanced upon but it is highly likely that these words were used before and im jus another one of those dumb 'chicks' who fall fal fall fall lovely lifeless doll