backpain

is killing me.The price I pay for my disobedience.

In the words of Rod Stewart:

I don't wanna talk about it,

how you broke my heart...

ps:I'm not perfect.I'm not supergirl either.

don't speak

I do not need to speak to anyone right now.

No,I don't want to.

Not at the moment.

unexplainable

PTM was downright awful like a bad taste of medicine in your mouth.I should either be sleeping or finishing up my homework right now.But,no,I'm not doing any of that.Cause I am here,blogging.Wait,no,more like rambling.Hmmm...The house feels so quiet suddenly.I can't remember the last time I felt this silence.I just can't seem to explain why the heck am I blogging at this ungodly hour and blogging about absolutely nothing at all.Brain is dead.

I'm rather upset.No,I'm NOT emo,I insist.

Getting hurt won't kill me.

And,oh..
Life transformation is rooted in mind transformation.

just words

Have you ever felt that you wanted to say so much but in the end,you hold everything in?

Even if you tried saying it,you'll just end up choking on your very own words.

I'm starting to wonder,what if I never got the chance to say it all?

Every time I want to say words and things that I need to,I'll just end up putting it off.Cause it's just too hard and also,perhaps,I just never got the chance to.
Will it ever be too late?

I guess my words never meant a thing.

And,it never will.

I'm perfectly fine with it.