my place.
I know my blog is dead. Rarely, or never has pictures. I blog boring stuffs. Still, I love to blog eventhough I know there might even be nobody reading my blog. Oh well, I blog to express anyway. Not to impress.
So if you find my blog is boring and lame or too emo, dont bother criticising because I wont give a shit about it.

I hate the name of........... I hate the number six.. I hate the month june... I hate 1990.. I hate spade.. I hate school.. I hate friendster.. I hate the place woodlands... I hate seeing your face appearing in my mind.. I hate the past.. I hate the thinking that you are better than me.. I hate it when I think you are perfect.. I hate you, and everything else that I can relate to you. You caused all of this and you're killing me, torturing my emotions and thoughts, digging out each and every tears from my eyes, make me mad, drive me insane.. Even when I am a stranger to you, total stranger.

I think I need some help in psychology. I need something to erase everything off my mind.
Nothing happened.
Everything poooof-ed away.


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