am currently at the school's library. and the mak cik library seems to think that Im gaming and threatened to lock the com or sth like that. If its possible to lock the com that is. Whoah- damn scared sia. not even my com lah.

pain which cause emotional scars, hurt which lingers on & on & on. i never thought such feelings could be rekindled like a burning flame. just a sentence immediately brought back the piercing pain which felt like someone reaching into my chest and squeezing the living hell out of my palpitating heart. but what i didnt know was the impact that words could create, i underestimated the power of those words & the effects it would have on me.

sometimes its heaven sent, that we head back to hell again. we kiss and make up on the way. i hang up you call, we'll live and learn. maybe you'll stay, maybe i'll leave, maybe i'll return. yes there'll be another fight.

we drive each other crazy. almost to the verge of insanity,
but we absolutely love it, its the awesome rollercoaster ride that matters,
baby just you and i.

But maybe we wont survive.

like they say, you dont miss ur water until the well runs dry.

and thus i feel like splurging, a sudden craving to comb the bustling streets of town. i need to heal.

like ok enuf of this emo-love junk, i might puke.

i dont mind bitches. they are predictable. its the innocent-looking ones that im weary about.