rubbing my thighs

why can't i get to work?

you made me paranoid

i've spent so much waiting and waiting, but i knew it wouldn't happen

why didn't i channel the wasted time to better use?

sucks to be me.

bleeding without blood

my life has no meaning right now.

i've lost my passion to do what i do, chase for what i wanted to chase for.

the build up of feelings in me is getting too much for me to control.

i need a psychiatrist or a psychologist to help me sort out the bulge in my head, or my head will eventually burst and i'll die from some new found brain/heart cancer with my body lying on a pool of tears.

bloody emo.

revenge is no bad romance

sometimes, your cross was meant to be shared with others

dawn of a new decade

a new year. a new decade. new resolutions? maybe. i realised i can't keep to my resolutions, so i won't be making one this year. i'm not looking forward to 2010, but something inside of me just fills me with hope for the future. please don't let it die out.