It's because we're different.
Can't you see ? I am weak, I am too weak to be your cure.
Here's our stop. Forever ends here. As i said.
I hate you,

It's so easy to pretend I'm not home when someone is knocking at my door.
I never let anyone in.
I've lost myself under a thousand layers of sarcasm and wit and indifference.
I've lost myself in that tiny little hole.
But I can't help but see the walls are caving in.
And then there was you.
You opened the door.
Just.
This.
Once.
And for a moment, you found me.
But you ran away.

When the storm comes, I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll run through the streets until my lungs explode.
I'll run.
Alone.
The wind is all I have.
I will follow the colors you've so carefully painted around your little head of fire.
I will follow you into the night.
Only when the hue becomes so brilliant my eyes won't shut.
Only when the trembling in my fingertips drives me mad.
I'll know I've found you.

To me, you are perfectly imperfect.
You are strange and beautiful.
But I only can see you when my eyes are closed.
So please don't wake me.
Please just let me sleep in.
Just.
This.
Once.

Maybe one day you will understand.
Maybe one day you will find me again.
I wish you would.

Doomsday

Since we're talking about doomsday,

which is tomorrow.

Isn't it scary ? Of course it is dumbo.

Pfft, It'll just be me and Bm Papers.

It's gonna be torture !

Torture i'm tellin ya'.

This is cute.

Don't you think, this is cute ? cause for me it is.

Dear Homo diary.

I spent my whole lotta day with Cit,Ling and Lau.
Which was fun.
Edzrie was the fun one.
Despite being crazy,
we enjoy ourselves making stupid videos.

Story of my Life

I wanna let you know.I've been thinking bout you.I've been thinking of you.I'm always thinking of you.
The path of my life has always been death.Seeing death and living death are totally different things.Confusion and death come hand in hand for there is no understanding in death.No compromise.Just questions.No answers.Silence.Thriving of the dead and the demise of the living.Living and exsisting.Total opposite.Being there and being there.Opposites also.Am I living or exsisting?And why should I try to do either?What is left for me here?Why do I keep trying?Why do these thoughts haunt my mind?These questions are yet to be answered.And will only be answered when I reach the end of this horrific path.Hopefully, I will see the end before I wander into a different path.