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tired of barely holding on,
to something that's already gone.
tired of being the one who's in this all alone.

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Friday, 9 October 2009 // 21:11

It's hard to just forget the past so fast

-Enrique Iglesias, Escape

ahhh Enrique Iglesias. I don't know why, 1/8 of my YouTube to-be-downloaded-after-PSLE playlist is his songs. the fact that 1/3-ish is AAR makes it seem really less but still.

anyway, I think I have serious emotional issues.

every single time I wash my hands, I would stare at my water dripping down my fingertips. I look at the mirror, see my reflection, and just like a reflex, I would just lift my hand and fling it towards the mirror so that the water covers the mirror with tiny water droplets.

Lynn and YongHui and Nat kept calling me emo when I did it in school. it's not emo, it's just caused by something I don't know.

and I let myself be pissed off at my friends for no reason. deep down inside, I know they're awesome, but there's just something that makes me really not give two shits about everything they're saying except when I get a chance to be critical of some little thing of them.

I think I'm screwed.



let's talk about something not so, idk. insert some negative word please.

and I don't know why, but sometimes when I stand up after sitting down I get this pain at my temples and my vision gets all, screwed up. and instinctively I close my eyes for a few seconds, and after that everything's back to normal.

and I just heard Remedy and 21 Guns in a row on MTV. and the only reason I posted that was because I'm really really really bored and Lynn likes both?

and KayHan's at some kind of Facebook-comment war with one of his brother's friends, and I find it highly fascinating. you should go see it, really, on his status, that apparently was in French.

I shall go raid my kitchen for some decent thing to drink before I go back to my TV. I enjoy hogging both the comp and TV, woots.