Everytime I watch Rize on star movie, I'll end up krumping in my room.
It feels so good to let it all out. No, really. Try it.

Nevermind me, nevermind me
I'll just cast shadows on your walls
Nevermind me, nevermind me
My God I feel so small

 
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It kills me to see how girls nowadays try to be something that they are not. Something which involve boys and their interest. How comical to see this few girls going all out to actually be interested in such matters just to be labelled by the boys as 'cool'. You know what im talking about? Soccer. This girls dont really pay attention to soccer as ( Read more... )

it's like you are tossing and turning all night; cold. you wake up and realise you don't have your blanket. you pull it around yourself, and snuggle in with relief; you prepare to drift off to a safe, comfortable sleep. you begin to vividly dream; it's so warm, peaceful and real. thirty minutes later, your alarm goes off, and it's time to get up ( Read more... )

 In my head, I visualize the blurry sillhoute of a person. No face, no body. Just a human shape. I picture myself pouring all my love, affection, loneliness and sorrow into that human sillhoute whenever I am happy, alone or down. That person in my person in my mind is still faceless but when the face does appear, the floodgates will burst. They say ( Read more... )

What is wrong with everyone? Why is everyone turning into something they are not. And you, what ever happen to you? You are turning into one of them. A fake, hard, cold plastic whore. Those kind who make friends with everyone and wants everyone to be friends with them. Wassup with that? Even for me, I know my limit. I know who is my real friends ( Read more... )

I don't know where you are now, but to be honest, I don't know where I am either.
Somewhere somehow, I still pray for you but I've already let you go. 
I've tried but i can't. look what you have done to me. look.

I think all great innovations are built on rejections.

Dead dreams
shattered memories
miserable pasts
these are the stories of
broken hearts
a faded picture
and everlasting fantasy
deep regret
the sorrows of life

Till it all goes to a bitter end
will we ever see the trouble?
that lies within
or will we dwell on the
good times of the past
and forget to live?

this took me awhile.