Miss

I miss home.
I miss the times we had.
I miss the you I once knew.

I hate the changes.
I detest the sudden downturn.
I can't seem to be myself.
I can't seem to breathe without feeling pain.

Everything we do,
everything you say,
is dyed in a crimson color.
Laughter lined with sadness,
Normalness filled with pain.

Does it bother you like it is bothering me?
How does this end?
How do we move on from here?


Where do we go?

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.