better off dead.
in the end, it all sums up to nothing.
nothing.
nothing.
nothing.
nothing.
nothing.
whats the point. the word "hope" dimmers in my dictionary yet again. and again and again and again.
its a bloody cycle, i told ya.
someone picks your battered body up from the street, brings you back to life, gives you a home, makes you believe in love and sunshine. you laugh, you spin around dancing, you fly. then one day, WHAM! the same person you love so dearly,your saviour, snatches EVERYTHING back and throws you back to that blood-splattered street you was dying from.
its time to change my layout, dont you think?
screw gold. sunshine exists in Avalon.i want to go Avalon. let me heal in Woodroot.
or rather, a beach holiday. get me out of singapore. send me to china if you must. anywhere but here.
i beg you, please.
the good men are extinct, dont bother finding seriously. cuz even a good one can turn bad. so you might as well hit off with a bad one and be grateful about it.
happy holidays~
(pictures, i almost forgot!angst,aside!muchos to sue!more coming soon!)
emo-ing in sue's car.
went to JTC. and we got lost in boon lay. sheesh.
come away with me..
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