Monday, August 9, 2010 (12:53 AM)
"We only say goodbye with words."
I think it is like a season now that people older than me, or rather I should say
the adults, generally, are having their PMS at any time, anywhere.
They don't understand this fucking kid here.
What is busy to them? What is busy to us?
What is forget to them? What is forget to us?
Why do I keep forgetting like something which I or them thought I could
remember but they never give a thought for a second that we are too
engrossed in what we are doing, thus we forget something really fast.
I think I forget faster than them.
"He can't find any joy."
It's like saying nothing sweeter than sugar.
That is when Angie Jolie comes into the picture.
Okay, lame!
FUCK LAME!
"Really, like I knew I would, yeah you know I cheated myself."
Life's a flame like ass is the material, life the flame, the charcoal.
If it was only...
"If it was more than I could stand, I won't grumble."
Now the final frame, I want to say that I'm so fucking tired to entertain nonsense.
I will laugh perfectly. I will do everything perfectly.
Okay what I'm trying to say here is still vague.
These are all my flow of blood.
For freaking 10hrs, for motherfucking 8months, for the fuck that I
do not really care, FUCK YOUR LIFE!
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I'm having two modules now, everyday never been at home, been
stressing out with schoolwork.
2D Art Fundamentals & Materials and Finishes.
Nothing more I could say, they're equally difficult, relatively easy.
Time lah, and shits that have been bothering!
Annoying.