Quite Scared

I feel damn uneasy about leaving for camp for four days with assignments not 30% done.

Journal is at 10 pages,

Feature is at mostly 0% besides planning and only can be done after camp

Radio is unscripted and unrehearsed

And I dont know WHAT THE HELL is going on for CommIss


But I keep asking God and He keeps saying go so...

I know I shouldn't be scared but I am anyway?

I trust enough to go, but I don't trust enough to not fear. Lord I believe, help my unbelief.


Anyone out there pray for me tons kay. I need it.

Will miss you all(:



See you in 4 days and much spiritual renewal hopefully and great testimonies hopefully.

Changing

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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I would just like to say that right now my two best friends in the world are Khalisah and Deborah.

I don't know how they managed to drop into my life.

But god I love you two to bits, I've only known you for a short time only but Elle I can talk to you about EVERYTHING that is uberly complicated and I KNOW you're always on every night like you have been for the past 4 nights so we can have the awesome brain-exhausting convos we always do :D

Looveeeee. Haha. Where have you been my whole life(:


Deb, you're nuts. Haha. I don't know how it works, but its like I really envy your perspective on things and your ability to just let loose with your emotions and feelings and views and I'm learning to do that from you too, not keeping stuff in because "its wrong" or "its bad" or "i should be more mature".

Ahhhh. Thank you crazy person, I love you to bits. I just want to sit on a grassy field in the middle of the stars till forever chilling with you. And then dance :D



To everyone else: Its not that recently I've been going through an emo bout, I actually feel like this 50% of the time when I'm not high or happy or inspired, its just that I never felt it was okay to be this way in public, I subsist between two extremes all the time. No point depressing other people with my shit right.



Yeah well, I deserve to be stupid as well right. Everyone else is. Screwwwwww it.



I may be setting myself up for hurt but I don't care. I've been living in fear and "intelligence" for far too long.

Arrrgh.

Just one more letter

To Pris:


I love you.


That is all :D


What else really needs to be said, is there. You and I both know how much you mean to me, and the stuff we connect about. Thank you, thank you for always being there you inexplicable school junior but in so many other ways my senior, and thank you for being this person that I can call and know without a doubt that you're not going to misconstrue the intent of my calls. That we can be blunt, loving, but blunt, and be wise or be stupid when one of us just simply has to be because we can't be intelligent spiritually mature leaders all the time (okay this applies so much more for you than it does for me right now :D).

You always make me smile, whether you're reacting in exasperation in our antics or being serious or pulling that cocky "yes I know" thing you sometimes do for fun, and don't even let me get started on dance.

Dance(:

In so many ways Pris, you've become a spiritual mentor for me. In a weird two way kinda thing cause I give you advice too when somehow I have moments. And because you serve so much in so many areas, you really are leading me on this path that I hope I will get to someday. I see how you deal with challenges and time and tears and I learn, I am encouraged, and you inspire me.

And relationship wise...Haha yeah. We know, don't we :rolls eyes:

Every day I just hope that I am doing at least half for you what you do for me in my life, that I cheer you up, am there, make you smile, bail you out when you need bailing (ideally this should never happen but hey). I fervently hope that I am and have been a worthy friend. This is small, but its what I have to give to you now:


-hug-

And also a blessing I pray over your teddy and your bed and your covers as you fall asleep tonight :D

Much love,
Keann(:


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GET WELL NOW FRIEND

And here's another note.

FIRST.

This isn't mine. Its by a girl, Sherylene, she's two years younger than me, but I discovered that she posted this really awesome long note not two hours after I posted mine.

And its freaky how we talk about the exact same thing.

Its so cool to see her perspective on it! Its different, but the same, and so beautiful anyway. Also, hers seems more intelligent. :o


Enjoy(:

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Dear You:

I'd just like to say that I'm yearning for you. Oh, and that this sudden surge of emotions just cannot be properly justified with mere words.

To give, oh, to be able to give without a care in the world; to be given the opportunity to love with abandon, to be able to throw caution to the wind, to flip my hair over my shoulder -perhaps remove that stray hair caught in my berry cherry lippy- and saunter towards you, wrap my arms around you, to make up for a lifetime of longing, a lifetime of wasted moments that passed by without you.

I want to be able to wake up, blink at the crimson rays of light bleeding through the curtains, to find you smiling down at me. To feel your tender kiss on my forehead just after we fall asleep after a night of loving. To feel your warmth envelope me when the world is too cold to bear.

I want to waltz with you, in pajamas, in my bedroom, when no one is looking, to Arielle Dombasle. I want to skip with you, in denim overalls, clutching a tattered teddy; not giving a damn as to whether anyone is staring. I want to play at cops and robbers after dropping by 7-11 to pick up a couple of Red Bulls, candy and a toy gun or two. I want to run around your room, screaming, with you chasing me around with a pillow, and when I'm tired of that, for you to catch me in your arms as I fall.

I want to share an umbrella with you when it's pouring, sharing a green tea latte from Starbucks, waiting for the storm to subside so that we can return to our original positions without getting soaked. Same goes for the harsh stabs of reality. I want to be able to be with you whenever things get hard, and especially when things couldn't be more perfect. I want to share my life with you, knowing that you're wanting everything I want with you too.

I want you to teach me how to ice skate, and laugh at me when I fall, but to pick me up later and tell me that I did great, and that you think I look cute when I'm screaming and complaining about my little scratch that I call a severe wound that needs to be rushed to the A & E.

I want to kiss you, I want to love you, and I want to miss you every single minute that you're not with me. Yet I want to be able to be away from you for days and not have to worry, for you'll always be there, always be waiting, always be loving.

I want to feel your butterfly kisses just below my eyes; I want to feel you close to me.

Whoever you are, just know that I'll constantly be enthralled by your presence; by your foolish antics.

I love that your sole purpose is our happiness, and I love you.

Til our acquaintance, amor,
I wish you love.


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(: (: (: (: (: (:


Sweeeeet. We should all do stuff like this. I really enjoyed reading that(:

NOOOOOOOOO

YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME.


I was just about to post that really really really good note below up! ):


Bloody freaking coconutmonkeys hell.


Its a conspiracy. Someone obviously doesn't want me to bless the world with love. It looked really great too in Facebook's simple font and formatting and colour scheme :/


Arrrrgh. Aadsfasdfsd. Bleagh.

Letters

And to you:

Hello. I don't think I've even met you yet, maybe I have, I don't know, but chances are that if I am meant to be together with someone for the rest of this life, you're alive and well right now and running about the same world I'm in, we just haven't met yet.


Logically speaking.


Haha well. Yeah. What is there to say. I miss you.I miss you already, even though I haven't met you (at least I think I haven't, and if I have could you please tell me so my life can be spared all the complications of its current state).


I miss you. I miss connecting with you, I miss laughing with and at you, smiling outside and inside at your smile, your sparkling eyes, your dimples, your wavy hair, drinking every aspect of your physicality in with wonder and awe at how I ever found you and how I could possibly ever let you go.

I miss the sound of your laugh that tinkles and echoes through my memories, I miss smelling your hair after an impetuous run through a January spring shower, after an hour-long warm bath, before Sunday breakfast and every moment of my existence in relation to you.

I miss us cooking golden pancakes in the resplendent mornings, I miss us laughing at a picnic on the green fields amidst the water sprinklers, I miss us hiking to the top of mountains to share a moment, I miss us cozying up in a comforter in a big armchair in a warm library by the fireplace with hot chocolate to share a book.

I miss us night after night after night up on the roof in the field on the street curbs in the balcony lying on our backs staring at the stars trading secrets, every secret, secrets that we can and have never been able to tell our closest friends, guys or girls, for the best of reasons.

But we can share those secrets, because there is nothing to hide and we are everything there is.


I miss you.


I pray I meet you soon. Because life isn't going so good right now, I mean its okay, but increasingly I find myself alone, despite all the wonderful friends I have around me that I love and treasure so dearly.

Because they can't be there for me all the time, and I can't for them, and I wouldn't ask them too, not to spend all their available time on me, because they are friends, and part of being a friend is letting them have other friends, other lives, chilling out, self-sacrifice.

But you, you're different. You want to hang out with me. You desperately want to be with me as much as I desperately want to be with you, calling me when you're done with classes, showing up at my door to surprise me with waffles, planning a huge birthday surprise for me behind my back, treasuring me and thinking of me when I have to go on holiday and we can't keep up our midnight calls.

Just as I am doing the same for you, not out of repayment, and not because I expect something out of you just because I do these things for you.

Simply because I love you, and making you happy, surprising you and entertaining you makes me happy. Spending time with you makes me happy, because you alight my soul. And I do these things one-way, free gestures, with no intent for reciprocation(:

Freely giving with abandon and smiles and love just because making your life better is right to do, and I stop thinking right there(:


And it is so cool because you do exactly the same, not out of obligation, but simply because it is easy and natural to love me out of everyone else, because you see something in me that even I don't understand, but you constantly reassure me that its there anyway.


And the weird but cool thing is that that's exactly the same way I feel about you.


We are lucky people aren't we, finding each other like that, hearts and souls and minds finding a timeless companion in one another in a crazy hurting tumultuous world. I can't get enough of you.


When the whole world turns on its head in chaos, when parents, people, best friends, brothers let us down and we rage and cry and sob ourselves to sleep, its not so bad, because your arms are open and I know I can come running to you without feeling awkward or weird or imposing.

Because your love is one freely given and unconditional, we've talked about it, like every other thing we've talked about, even the really hard stuff involving each other that friends don't talk about, to each other, and we know without a doubt that even when we fight or fall or cry, I trust you and you trust me.

I trust you about everything, and even though you can't tell me how many stars there are in the skies tonight, you're my next best bet after God and my money's on you.

I've never met anyone like you, you blow my mind, you can argue with me intelligently about the best of issues holding your own, you refuse to compromise on being you, you shock me, annoy me, make me tear my hair out in exasperation sometimes.

But at the same time you melt my heart. Just looking at you takes my breath, my soul away, I could lose myself in your eyes forever, in those sparkling windows into your beautiful soul. Your hands, your fingers that hold me, your ears that I whisper in, your toes that dance across the sand together with mine, and your hair-

Lets not even get started on the hair.

And everytime you throw a tantrum or are silly or just plan to drive me nuts I don't know whether to hug you or to hit you.

So I kiss you.

This happens quite often.


And even while you can be so silly and crazy and my partner in crime so many times, when we need to be serious, when I need to be brought back in line, when I'm hurting and need not just a hug and hot chocolate but advice, you snap back and you wow me with your insights and your compassion and your love and everything else in your beautiful mind. We dance, we sing, we cry, we take over the world and everything else we set our minds to because nothing can stand in the way of our love. Not even the kids.


I love you.



I hope I meet you soon.

Letters

To Adin:

Hello friend who I first met as one of the freshmen under me at FMS camp,

You're awesome. Haha. I actually knew about you before FMS camp, I noticed you and Byran at FOC dancing crazily together being megahigh and thinking "why aren't these dudes in my tribe man". Yeah. And when it came down to FOC, you were under me, and I knew the group was going to rock even before I did anything, even before throwing Bev and Enna and everyone else into the picture. Haha. And so I tried to get you to do your thing which I already knew you were going to do..

And you didn't let me down. Not at all. We went from strength to strength to major awesomeness as a group not least because of your presence, and never once did I doubt, not even at the starting, that you would come through.


And the same thing happened for Red Camp.

You were thrown into a group on your own, away from Keenan, Gerald, I and the rest, but I never much worried for you. Heck, you and Bev, I knew you guys would make your mark on your own, make new friends, be a leading force, the way I did last year.

And did you and Bev give Apaches a heck of a battle lol, and the whole time I was really proud of you guys. Haha. And I'm really proud of you guys everytime you guys are one of the leading forces behind doing something crazy, something retarded, something high, and it feels good, in a weird way, on some level the legacy I'm leaving behind, even though its not really. Its the way I see it. Heh.


But its not just that man. Adin, since that time since knowing you as a junior, you've gone from that into one of my closest friends, I never see you as a junior anymore (it doesn't work like that with me and my closest friends haha), but instead you're one of the go-to people that I turn to whenever I need emotional support, or someone to hang out with, or someone to hatch a crazy high idea with. You, Keenan, Josh, Yisin. I don't have many close guy friends, and I appreciate the existence of you so much in my life. As awesome as girls are, there are just some things that we just can't tell them like the stuff we discussed earlier today. HAHA.


Yeah well. Lol. As a Christian, as a person, as a brother, as a crazy fun conspirator, you're a pillar in my life, and I want to thank you man. Lol.



Especially for earlier today.

Thank you so much. I was obviously looking for someone to hang out with, a guy I could trust, to talk about girl stuff with, and I was obviously fishing about for some of your time without trying to be gay or softy or weird about it and so I appreciate it loads that you held off your going home so I could talk. Haha.

Thank you, for allowing me to share just a little bit of all the love drama and girl problems and history that I've had in my life, I have years and years of stories to tell and tonight you let me open up about some of the memories that mean the most to me in my life, some of the pain, some of the hurt, some of the secret thoughts and longings and feelings that I never show to everyone else and sometimes not even myself because I refuse to be mushy or caught up in infatuation or whatever. I can and will feel bad about talking too much and going on and on and making someone else just shut up and listen, but thank you.

Especially since some of this stuff you just can't tell your close girl friends. At all. Haha. And Keenan's like busy and stuff and I'm sure he's had enough of my girl musings by now, and he doesn't even know some of the stuff you know now, due to time or space limitations, and so again, I thank you.

Haha. You rock man. Love and appreciate you so much as a brother, a friend, a comrade, and a conspirator. See you tomorrow maybe, and definitely Friday at Danzation. Lololol. Later.



Keann.

Lolololololol

Keann~ I'm Keann, and I explode cheese sausages says:
everywhere not in the west is the east!

08:46 PMMark[: Maybe the timing is beating our hearts says:
Hahaha biased!

08:47 PMKeann~ I'm Keann, and I explode cheese sausages says:
i am completely not biased
everywhere not in the east is in the west
see i am completely fair

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Lolololol.

Ningflower

On The Last Plane Home

Sheesh.

So I was stumbling around Junction 8 at Bishan (we’ll get to why I was there later) and suddenly I was compelled to blog about something I saw/experienced/loved/had to talk about straightaway cause it was really sweet and a really timeless moment.

What do we do in times like these?

Retreat to Starbucks, of course :D

Except I found out with much indignation that there apparently ain’t no Starbucks at Junction 8 so I walked into Coffee Bean (next best thing right?) grudgingly..

And pretty much walked right out.

Coffee Bean is fail. Décor and woodsy smell just..doesn’t feel right, and it was crowded, and I couldn’t hear no music, only incessant chatter which I have never experienced in Starbucks before.

I just wanted a place to blog though, so I was about to stay, but then I realised I had no hard cash on me and I gave up about there.

I went outside though! Tables outside, nobody using them, I won’t get in the way, sounds like a good idea :D

5 seconds later I decide I’m just going to blog on the MRT with Microsoft Word and here I am :/

Sheesh man. Incessant pounding of the drills @ construction work near the MRT + the maddeningly annoying Salvation Army volunteer going DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING with her bell non-stop at a semiquaver rate = quite an experience.

You should try it sometime.

And thusly Coffee Bean equals fail. Sigh.


So I was at Junction 8 at Bishan to sign up for that Subway job.

Yar srsly.

That’s right. Crappy $4/hr pay, crappy green polo, chopping onions and other weird veggies in the morning, memorizing the meat combinations and orders..

See, the clincher for me is that Subway is going to be in school :o

1. Free drinks forever next to FMS block for me = awesome
2. Free lunch during school days for shifts that I’m working = much saving going on.
3. Morning opening shifts won’t be such a chore cause I live relatively near and I could help out before classes
4. All my friends will be there.
5. I’ve worked there briefly before so I vaguely know the system..
6. Free leftover cookies at end of the day. YES PLEASE :D

And suddenly that $4 pay isn’t quite so bad. Haha. Meh. So we had to go to Bishan to sign up if we wanted the job..

Hence me @ Bishan.


Got my creative journal book finally! And crayons, and colour pencils, and glue, but I stopped short of glitter because it’s a bloody ripoff.

$1.20 - $1.55 for a little small fat tube of one colour. What the hell. Srsly. They don’t tell you these things on the Barney Show when they spam glitter all over the place..

That said I need a Barney Bag.


(pause while I transfer trains at Raffles)

- camps out on space on the floor in the westbound train –



Apple would totally love me right now, I’m totally doing image advertising for them at the moment. Me and my soccer ball in my casual beige pullover and beach berms and white sneakers with tousled hair leaning casually in the corner blogging with the Mac on my knees…

Except I’ve just found out I’m on the wrong door sides to be sitting at. Crap crap crap.

Embarrasing.

Ah wellgh.


I’m sticking it out dammit. Lol. :/

ANYWAY I nearly lost my phone at Popular. Sigh. Technically I did. I left it at the counter after my purchase and looked into my bag for it and didn’t find it and was spazzing and somewhere in that time someone put it into the drawer.

Couldn’t they just have left it on the counter for me…

Well, whew, thank you Lord. I was praying, and the people there were all really nice about it. Heh.

SO I wandered into Trumpet Praise somehow :D

And this is what I wanted to talk about :D :D

I don’t know, its like, I was idly mozing around feeling stressed because of all the Christmas shoppers around me and all the Christmas merchandise going around, and I’m nowhere near presents yet?

Sigh.

Don’t get me wrong. I would love to go out and buy presents like everyone else. Like, looking at something, and thinking “Dude he’d really like this” oh lol “She needs that definitely”, buying a CD here, a book there, a little pen thing here, some more expensive and some less expensive than others but it doesn’t matter because you’re sincere about picking them out, the price tag just happens to be the one it has?


Problem is that I don’t have the sustainable income to do that for more than what, 3-4 people D=

And it wouldn’t be fair..

I could make stuff, and draw cards, little things, but I’m scared I won’t have the inspiration to last me through the 30-40 people I want to do things for this Christmas.

Okay getting off train.

Yeah. Plus I dunch know if I have the time to do all of that. You know like how you start writing letters to a bunch of people but you get emotionally tired about halfway through and the stuff starts becoming generic? And that would be so hugely unfair to the people I happened to be writing to later ):


Anyyway. So yeah. Feeling stressed. Was looking for the CD store but ended up walking into Trumpet Praise somehow, and the moment I stepped in I got marvellously cheered up already :D

Trumpet Praise is a Christian book/cd store, alright (:

The atmosphere was completely different from everywhere else in the mall, completely a tangible difference, and it was so cool! You know, even though its Christmas, and Trumpet Praise has Christmas stuff going on, and everywhere else has Christmas stuff going on, but its so completely different somehow..


It hit me when I was walking in and there were about 7-8 people in there and it just hit me that all the people in here right now were driven and led by a love for God :D

And that even though I didn’t know any of them, there was this relationship, this understanding, this group mentality that we just shared and we knew we shared it simply because we were in the same bookstore :D

And I felt completely safe, and everything, and yeah(:

Good experience. Hahahah(:

There were a couple of CDs I wanted, and loads of books and devotionals I saw in there that I wanted or wanted to buy for people..

But I simply can’t afford anything so agh well :/


Sigh.


Okay well. Heading home. See you in 10 minutes (:

Keann's heart is never coming back to him, is it.

Well, yeah.

I just realised in the past 10 minutes that no matter where I go, how many people I meet, how many crushes and almost-crushes and relationships I fall into, I still keep coming back to the same person.

It is annoying. I don't want to.


I want my heart back. And it isn't even her fault to begin with.


I pray that you don't see this.


It would be quite an epic story though, if somehow, at the end of it all something does happen but life never happens that way does it. I don't dare to hope. Just like how I don't dare to think about relationships anymore, not because I'm that happily single (I am, but still), but because I can't comprehend and can't and don't want to deal with the consequences of screwing up any more friendships and any more people.

I just can't.

But I'm digressing again.

It just completely irritates me how I can drift over to Facebook and find a profile photo of you thrown to me from some random app or other, and 2 seconds later I find myself reading your wall, captivated.

Reading and recognizing the way you type that is so totally you.

Noticing little things in your speech pattern that have changed instinctively, and liking it anyway.

Fighting an urge to post and say "hi, how are you doing" because nothing good can possible come out of it and I don't think I mattered THAT much in your life to you while we were friends anyway. It was just my skewed perceptions that made you matter to me.

Smiling, and kicking myself for doing so.

Its been what, 4 years now? God.

I so thought I was wayyyy over you.


And I suppose I am.

It just so completely irritates me when I see the part of me that liked you waking up again, because I know it well, and you'd think that out of all the lessons I learnt about relationships and friendships from there I would simply remember to not. go. there. again.



OH COME ON. I SHOULD BE WAY STRONGER THAN THIS. 4 YEARS. SHEESH.


Keann you are majorly retarded. Thanks.



Okay now I really must get some sleep or I'll end up sleepwalking during soccer later. So much for kicking Ambassador Butt.

I miss you, friend.

Save You

Thank you everyone, and thank you God, somehow I got through those three killer projects without actually being late like last week, somehow, and hung out with some cool people at the street soccer court, and it was so scary but cool how after I was terrified that Sng would murder me and I was praying on the bus, she was inexplicably nice to me and Genny.

That's not right. Sng usually doesn't do that, she murders your ideas if they're half baked and half done..

Not that its a bad thing (cough)

It seems.. so trivial now, now that its all over. I mean, it wasn't, but hey, its over, and damn straight i'm not thinking about it.


So I'm idly sitting here waiting for MC with my brother in MapleStory at yes 2am (I'm not going to explain that) and loving Simple Plan.

I've always loved them, no matter what anyone else says about them, every single song they've covered I've heavily identified and cried with and sobbed with in a very scary way - in Sec 2, my friend very aptly put that it seemed like "they were inspired by me".

Yeah.

And I'm loving and wanting their new album, its sooo good, and I want it for my own, but for now I contend myself with Youtube.

Take a breath
I pull myself together
Just another step till I reach the door
You'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you
I wish that I could tell you something
To take it all away

Sometimes I wish I could save you
And there're so many things that I want you to know
I won't give up till it's over
If it takes you forever I want you to know

/cry.


When I hear your voice
Its drowning in a whisper
It's just skin and bones
There's nothing left to take
And no matter what I do I can't make you feel better
If only I could find the answer
To help me understand

And you know what?

That if you fall, stumble down
I'll pick you up off the ground
If you lose faith in you
I'll give you strength to pull through
Tell me you won't give up cause I'll be waiting if you fall
Oh you know I'll be there for you

*wipes eyes*

Amen.

I think I'm entering into a time on my blog where I stop trying to be intelligent or verbose or whatever.

Yup definitely need a new layout

Can't stop the rain from falling
Can't stop my heart from calling you


It is so stupid that Jonas Brothers is making me cry.

And I think Sng is going to own my meagre research. If my groupmates don't.

The spam updates scare me

I don't want you Idon'twantyouIdon'twantyouIdon'twantyou no I don't.

Now I just have to remember that.


Cause I can't deal with the possibilities.



I apologise for the disorganization.


I am so messed up. And my blog layout sucks.

And all I wanted was to be friends with cool people

I hate trying to be strong.

Cause I don't want people to worry about me.

And now people will worry about me anyway.

But I won't be able to tell them everything because the story's not all mine to tell.

And they have their own lives to lead anyway, and people have helped me enough in my life.


Arrrgh.

Its not like anyone really cares.

I'm just the entertainer. We can do without him.

Or the guy that refuses to not come over to give a present or something. We can do without him.

And all I wanted to do was make people happy.


Schooltime

Arrrgh

Who am I trying to be anyway. I'm obviously not part of that world so why does it seem like I'm trying so hard to fit in. Considering I have no legitimate ties to said social circle at all, but I read blogs and talk to people and post on tagboards like I have a right to. This is a dangerous obsession and I keep asking myself why but stop thinking before I can give myself an answer. I clearly don't want an answer. And life seems good now but what happens when shit happens and I realise that I've been deceiving myself all this time and okay goodbye the next 2 years of my life its time to be emo and broken and crushed again.


-multiply situation x 1000-

I hate feature (completely unrelated)

I can come up with a story, whatever but I always get stumped when I get to the "Why would people read this" part of the template.

Because...its fun? My thought processes don't go much further than that. That's how I read mags. If I read them at all. I just flip, and I read to kill time. Magazines fail. They're lame, superficial, maddeningly glossy and out to get your money blatantly by killing your brain and cheapshotting you with materialism over and over again.

I don't get them at all.


Part of that world

adsfasdfsad

Hellooooo friennnndd.


i'm just tired now. very. and miserable. and not caring about what i'm typing right now i just need a hug and time and money and my life back.


yeah. ARRRRRGGGHHHHH.






BLEAGHHH ):

There an update.