...
i need time out.. see you guys next year..
shame:
I've lost track o
f time.. it hasn't even been a week but it feels like months.. times gradually moves slower.. things tend t
o get darker.. I'm just trying to keep my head straight.. be calm.. fo
r myself and those around me.. I put up a smile.. but it
gets lonely really fast.. qu
iet even.. i put e
verything to a halt.. cause I don't want to touch it.. it's fragile.. suspended in the air.. but i keep it safe.. i keep it in a jar.. locked tight.. until you say it's okay.. for m
e to throw it away; it's sealed tight.. cause hope is still there.. a mere single atom.. but it's there; iced solid.. as a constant reminder.. of how dirty my hands are.. how clouded
my eyes have gotten.. how faint my heart has becom
e.. i've lost..
DING DING DING!:

She's leaving!! She's leaving!! she cleaned her room and everything! she told me so she's actually leaving.. let's not trust her to drive down from her house to cbj but cuba is totally kewl.. *sob sob* no more ptj crew.. no more freeloading when you've got nothing better to do.. no more matching of the clothes we wear.. no more jesus christ superstar.. for 6 fucking years!! no more jesus christ superstar for 6 fucking years.. *sob sob* so I guess this is it.. I'll see you in paris.. and when we're old and wrinkly, I'll open that traveller's lodge right beside 'the kitchen' next to azzam's corner whore house.. sigh.. so let's all gather at KLIA yes.. ^_^