Nickname(if any): it seems everyone has their own nickname for me ( Read more... )

sometimes people only write when they are happy. when the entries stop it means they cant bear to record the horror theyre living anymore.
soemtimes things are so emotionally black that i dont write, so that i will never have the possibility of coming across that entry in the future and reliving that black moment.

i have ink blue hair.
fucking ace!

habit. odd ( Read more... )

ive lost many wallets, few phones along with their precious contacts. memorial photos disappeared mysteriously or intentionally. all these are of some importance to ones identity. it feels like my memory is choosing to retire its earlier years of my strange childhood. are those years really stange, or is it only so through my eyes? my retelling of ( Read more... )

i am so over him, so over this, so over IT ( Read more... )

I have bright green hair.
fucking crazy!

hey its me, tried to call but ur no was busy. sorry i havent called in awhile just got back from overseas just saying hi and wonderin how u r. take care ( Read more... )

does he like me ( Read more... )

i had a little pot plant. it sat on my lonely balcony making it all the more beautiful. oh how it bloomed. the leaves were thick, shiny dark green that fanned out to all sides of the black pot. in the centre glorious bright white flowers supported by thin strong stems sprouted towards the sky. oh how they were disciplined to grow in such a ( Read more... )