my diffident.self

name- does it matter.honestly?
year- 29091986
location- land of broken hearts.
& shattered souls
music- punk rock.hardcore.emo.metalcore.
emocore.pop.jazz.oldies like Ritchie Valens
contact- emokills187@hotmail.com
screenname- emokills

"im just a kid sacrifices made will i get anything out from it?maybe one fine day.it's all bottled up inside it's been awhile.
even as the world sharpens beneath me i'll just pretend & smile.but it doesn't matter cuz i won't been missed i'll just leave a letter"



memory.lane
a day@CreativeCenter
date.movie
friday.night fever
cycling
new year.morning
new year05/06
christmas05'
LaoPaSat
melaniemurders2nd gig.the.discordant project
2yr.anniversary
my babys.birthday
suntec.summit2
suntec.summit
breaking fast.ite-mp
julz being....errr...julz <3
ripples pub.mr&miss
my happiest.& only 19th birthday
nokia.starlight cinema
ite simei.classmates
100905
memories of you.will never.fade away.
melanie murders first.gig
people.in my life
bay beats o4'

setting my wings.ablaze



Tuesday, December 21

yeay.happy with my new template.been working for it since 2am just now.happy bout it but certainly not happy bout something else.well.4give & 4get.i juz got 2 find out dat no matter how much i crave 4 attention,how much i wanna mix around,how much i wanna share my feelings with THE one,how much i wanna have a gf.i enjoy..enjoy bein alone.i dun noe y but i juz feel comfortable,feel myself wen im alone.maybe dats the way i am.maybe dats y im here.2 be alone.always.forever.well i can feel it in me,in my blood,veins,my heart,my soul.i juz feel it no matter how much its being filled.i mean.face it.i enjoy eating alone.id rather take the bus alone so i can listen 2 my music n be in my own world.i enjoy bein alone at home.n my social skills really sucks.maybe its the sense of freedom i get when im alone.but at the same time i dun wanna be alone.then i wun be able 2 laff.which is something i really enjoy doing.laughters the best medicine.but the silent treatments good too.
-see that rock on that high cliff
its been there 4 awhile
the green grass sways
it was said to be placed there by a myth
flowers blossom as days pass
rivers dry as summer yearns
we all die as years pass
not appreciating the life weve earned
this life is as real as it is
not like in the matrix where its fake
watch me as i slit my wrists
use my blood as frostings on this cake
hang me on that high rise edge
only being held by my own veins
these people have made me insane
as i lay dead in this thunder storm rain

||my heart.bled||5:03 AM

my vestige.journey



scar.your words



dreaming.a reality

guitar effects pedal
les paul guitar
a PC
< kappa canvas shoe
light coloured jeans/pants
< new bangle/bracelet
ZARA sweater
TOPMAN shirt
digital camera

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