pw is shit.
i miss dicky sofian.
my grandma is all the love i have.
happy birthday. whats there to be happy about?
pretences are so old fahsioned.
i dont believe in a thing called love.
cast aside.
promos, screwed.
lack of social life.
i want to pierce my ear.again.
pool.

heartbreaks are as common as night and day. fall in and out of love so often im covered with bruises and the pain lingers long after the mark is gone. so do we back off? or go at it again, put a piece of our heart away, tucked in a little corner, in case we fall again, that little piece will save us. dont let that cherubic little angle with wings armed with a bow and arrow decide our fate, he has done enough harm to shatter an already broken heart. dont hang your heads at the mere mention of love, for its not melancholic, it just simply leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.