Think you know me? think again.

Don't judge me.
You don't even know me.



It's late.
And i'm supposed to be studying for the final exam on Wednesday.
Ugh~ Screw it.

Things are changing.
For the better? Hopefully.
It was a good start,though.
Had a real fun night with ma "psycho" peeps.

Will be up soon. =)



exoh.

some things are meant to be

Was thinking of posting a "kinda" sorry-regret thingy earlier in the afternoon.

But somehow the truth weaves its way in,

presenting nothing else but a boulevard of naked reality.



And so,

why worry people?



Btw.. Best wishes for ma dearest sister.
She's gonna have her eye cut open tomorrow!
Weee~
Somebody's gonna be like meeeee! *evil grin*

Wondering

What if?
A question we always ask ourselves.
In time of pain, of regret,
"What if this never happened?"



A sign of withdrawal, a sign of fixation.
What if?
A question of the dreamer,
A sign of the loser.

Wake up.
Get up.
Solve the problem.
Get to the roots.

And yea,
it's so much easier said than done.
Sigh.

Revealing the scar is something I detest at this moment.
I'll rather laugh and goof my way thru. =)

Cacat-ed expression.
So what? =)

It got me thinking.

Life's weird at this moment.
Forget the small arguments.
They seem so out of place now.
I dun appreciate it when life takes me by surprise. =/

I'm getting real jealous.
So jealous i want somebody dead sometimes.
Lol. Joking.
Not tat i really wan her to die.
Maybe perhaps..
it wud be nice if she became fat and ugly and annoying and unpopular..
Yea, tat'll be enough. =)



Be gone with you, biatch.

Hideous

Fark it.
I can't concentrate on a single thing,
I'm paranoid,
I'm a crazy pschotic rummaging tru very single thing of yours,
just to find prove that you are still with me.

And yet,
deep down, I cud see how fugly I was,
how jealousy created my hideous mask,
and how I should put all this to a stop.
This is not me.

A stop, or an end?

I'm lost.



I'm struggling to hold on to the promise I made.
I need to bleed it out.
Help.

Blinded by Darkness

Between the paths of right and wrong,
lies the notorious grey areas.
It kills slow.

Somehow, this is a test I know.
And strong I have to be.
Putting once again my patience to the test,
my perseverance to the challenge.

I wanna hold on tight.
And I will. But if this is also the time to let go,
what can I do but to cry tears of sorrow?

I can't seem to see in the dark.
My eyes are blind, and so is my heart.