your secrets are safe with me.

we all have our own lives. so, please leave me space.
and i don't want to start disliking you, so don't make me.
stop the words, the questions, the interrogating.
just stop.

shit my heart. so not doing what the brain has instructed it to do.

Update 1242am: serendipity is not serenity; it's not used to describe tranquility! hahahhahahahahahahahaha( own private joke)

life is good again.
and life moves on again.
still hanging. but leaving the hanging to hang till someone does something about it.
and that's definitely not me.

and why am i caring so much if you don't? i just don't want to be responsible for your mistakes. if someone is willing to help you pay for your mistakes, by all means do what you like, what you want.

i love you, but sometimes it's difficult to do so. please be more understanding? and PLEASE. don't push me off the edge cause i don't want to ruin this love.

you make me think that the world is a better place; that maybe people in this world aren't as cold as they cut out to be. i'm glad i took the initiative and spoke to you.

i'm tired.
i want myold life back
the days of not knowing your existence
the days that pass me by numb.
for numbness feels better
than a sense of helplessness that devours
me
nothing.

i can't take this up and down emotional thing. it's too hard

why do we always fall prey to our own emotions?
why is it so frustrating
why can't we control ourselves

why does it always happen to us.

it happens and i don't have an explanation.

OMGOMGOMG im having the time of my life cleaning my room

sounds weird right. but damn true.

okay here the story goes:

i was whining about cleaning up and overhauling my room, UNTIL i uncovered my primary school diary.

it's hilarious, really.

for i had spelt the word weird as 'wired' in the sentence, ' My new chinese teacher is really wired.'

and apparently, i've had a problem with speaking the truth: 'I went to eat macdonald's then i lied to my parents saying that i waited for the rain to stop. Please help! I know that lying is not good. But i just could not control myself. I do not want to do it again.'

and the next entry, i read that i had lied to my parents again. well apparently, asking a diary for help doesn't seem to quite cut it.

lol my biggest takeaway? my grammar was pretty good at pri 4.

sometimes its easy to forget.