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If love was that contagious...
If love was that contagious, I guess I wouldn't be able to pull myself back from those sweet temptations. It's never comfortable to rake up the past, when you think of those setbacks, it just gives you the 'hopeless' feeling. Probably, maybe not only hopeless, disappointments and some pinch of regrets will be held within. I don't have a beautiful story to tell, but I know one day (hope there gonna be) I'll lead a beautiful life...
It's seriously no point getting jealous sometimes. You just have to take the blow and let it go. What's done is done, no more rewinds. There ain't any time machines in the universe, unless someone, some really smart ass invent one. While, though sometimes there seems to be glimmer of hopes, I still think that, if you didn't put in any effort in whatever you're doing, there wouldn't be any fruit of labour. So what's the point of working hard and harder and hardest when you know once you 'stop' working hard, everything gonna fall.
FUCK LA. I hate the effing life I'm having man. Stupid school gives me shit, stupid people at home also give me shit. What the fuck you guys want from me sia. I think I got anger issues, I think I'm psychologically mad, I think I need a psychiatrist to heal me. I think I really need to chill sometimes. I think that whenever I'm happy and hyper with my friends, I think that it's all fake. I think that I don't have any personal space for me to flare up though my house is big. I think I'm insane. I think I not gutsy. Sometimes I act like I don't care, but actually I do. NEVERMIND. I shall be me and always me. FML.
Yes. I'm back to level 1 again.
Posted on Thursday, August 4, 2011 @ 6:13 PM