Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading So sick and tired of all the needless beating
Profile This blog is only kept for memories sake. I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming? — Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close Tagboard Exits Allure Bloom Crane Denotation Enigmatism Flair Grace Hope Initiation Archives January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Thursday, August 7, 2008 Choonkun, nice one. You've really hit the mark. Thanks yeah. For making me so fucking damn unhappy. Have you ever thought of how i would feel? When you go around spreading the karhei's rumours that is untrue? When i ask you why you did that, you said it's becos you hate karhei. Oh that's great isnt it. Becos of your own selfishness, you'll have to make me feel like you're a fucking lousy friend. I never did thought you'll do that to me. You, of all people. And he already said it was NOT true. So why can't you just accept it and stop saying 'it's a fact'? Fuck you. And when i ask you how why you feel if i did that to you, spreading untrue rumours just becos i hate that person, and you're still my 'oh-so-good-friend'? You just said 'Errr. Good question!' With a hint of a smile over the phone. Fuck you. I'm so damn disappointed. You might think i'm over reacting, but i take the issues of friends seriously. Damn you. My so called friend.
But baby, where they knock you down and out Is where you oughta stay