| my diffident.self |
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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 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" |
| setting my wings.ablaze |
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Thursday, August 18 One week.& it seems like eternity that ive not had her in my life.hmm.i just gt home frm werk & hanged out with her 4awhile at yan kun kaya coffeeshop.& sat at her bustop.oh how I wish she could have stayed longer."I miss those sparkling eyes of hers, her radiant wide sunny smile.her glowing face that puts the suns blaze to shame."it was so sudden when her bus came & she left.she turned & gave me one last smile.the one that she always does when were face to face in each others company.i tried my best to fight my tears when I saw her at werk.& again when it was almost closing time & they played Blues’ Breath Easy.ive never been so demolished in my life.& this is the most ive cried in my worthless 18++yrs of my life.god I wish I cud quit my job so I don’t have to hold back my tears.enuff said.i dun wanna break down again.anw went to ikas werkplace last 2 days.it was fun hanging out at IMM.kinda boring but it was kewl that we kept each other company.met my dad on mon after hanging out with ika after her werk.i took the last bloody train & it bloddyly stopped at ang mo kio.waited 4 159 but to my disappointment the last bus was gone.had to take taxi.640 gone.hahaha.boleh beli mc sehz.yez was even funnier.after lepaking at bukit batoks mc waited 4 157 to go home.luckily still gt 2nd last bus cuz it was like 1145.as I JUST boarded the bus.it broke down.hahaha.fuck.it was hilarious sia.im like some walking curse.haha.zan the walking evil omen.hahaha.luckily there was a last bus.days in skool are getting worse.im getting more & more lazier to go to skool.sucked at all my test.im so dead.1st semester & im already such a "model" student.sucky.i din get the bridge club leader.imran too.& loudmouth smelly johnny gt in..like WTF?!!just cause ppl have certain attitudes that doesn’t mean their not serious & hardwerking in other stuff.theres such thing as excelling in other then academic studies.shit hole stereotypes.been smoking a lot.but wat a rush it feels to have all that smoke go in u & out.4 that brief moment im in a werld of freeness of thinking.it sets a free.but 4 a moment.cuz wen the flames gone.& its filter is all that’s left.all that im left with is an empty pocket & a snap back to reality.i really wanna meet the dude or dudet who invented cigarettes & kick their bloody ass.or shove a decades worth of cigarettes in their heart & lungs & see how rich itll make them. |
| my vestige.journey |
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| scar.your words |
| dreaming.a reality |
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les paul guitar |
