brace yourselves

it's gonna be epic...

i like your eyes wide

cockroach on hand. state of shock. can't think. gaaaaaaahhhhhhxzzxzzzzkkkttzzccxxzz!!

four days and there's no hint of improvement. i need sleep. badly.
p.s. will be somewhat 'inactive' for an indefinite number of days. in other words- HIATUS

then i'll write letters on white paper expressing, my deep disappointment.

!!

i have been found! wahahahaaaa.

where is my rubber band?!

he says he's got nothing left to live for.

you're already one foot out the door

with each passing day, this puny bit of resentment and hate grows bigger and bigger. i do not like it. not one bit. but hell, what the fuck am i supposed to do?

this doesn't have to end in tragedy

Same Shit, Different Day.

xzcvnbmx!

a little bird told me in my sleep that i should just give it more time, and everything will be fine. i said 'okay little bird', took out a gun, and shot that little pest down :D mua-ha-ha-haaa!

breda

funny how some people can have the best things in the world that they can ever have and yet, as if blinded, they throw it all away.

sirens

i actually intended to type that thing people say when there's a funeral, that thing about perpetual light and everything, mainly cos many people seem to be passing away and all. i shall just leave with this: people need to stop dumping things in my room.

goodbye blues

Ignorance is bliss. Amen.