AHHAHAHAH LOL! i was looking through the softball dinner night phots. it's damn amuzing i tell you (: iwas laughing to myself like scb! then i became high and started dancing to some song on the radio! ahhaa. SAY I-I-I-I-I. hahah.

today was another boring day. cause i started to rot. i cannot rot! argh. i think that cutting cross is pretty :D got pattern! i got lots of boxes and crosses! woots. 18 is a good number (: but the more the merrier! correct? hahah. people always say the more the merrier, so i should do more. hahaha.

hyeon, sab, xuan , aida and i rotted during pe. we did nothing la. but time passed damn fast! had chinese :/ then RECESS! AHHAHAH.lets go watch recess now! ok, random shit. xuan was damn nice! she ate ice with me (: thanks babe! I LOVE YOU <3
we had clean and green today. i didn't do much. i just clean the whiteboard which was already cleaned. good a not? we were blasting the songs in class! woots. we had some people singing for us for assembly. omg! one of the guy sound damn gay! hahah. his voice so HIGH! can not only reach the sky ah! reach the outer space already (: that's how high!

For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky!
this song is on the radio (: i guess i'm not that sad now! yeah.
but i heard a damn depressing news in school:(
don't go back! even if you do, must you come back like 1 year later?
argh. i don't want to loss a friend like you!
1 year it's like 758353829r565798474839 years to me!
you come back, i die alreay la!
how am i going to tell you about __.
poots!

my wrist hurts! :/

Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a fucking knife.