i write this because
a) i really am lazy to check for grammar, typing errors and lord knows what
b) i feel like writing.

the thing is, i love to read. you have no idea what ive read, or crossed over. the thing is that pure emotion seems to leak out of my heart when i read good stories. it clenches the heart, it aches. it hurts but i cant cry. so it just agonizes deep in the heart torturing my insides. dont you feel the same when you have a good read??

just to be frank, i cant believe ive done this to myself... soo much of a change, i guess...

Is it better to be truthful, or play according to the surroundings? Is it better to lie for their sake or just tell the pain truth. Is lying to take care of a heart is better or just burn it into ashes in pools of truth? even a truth is part of lies, and lies are parts of truth? Is it bad hoping to run away from these kind of things faster, sooner then expected? Without saying anything, or goodbyes? Even a goodbye right now will be truth and lies, like layers of sugar coating and vanilla frosting. sweet, yet deadly. Can I continue lying to myself and others creating some sort of plastic monster?

urgh... i wonder

the thing is that... time changes. your neighbors, your friends, what you are learning... and so on. am i changing? and if i do... am i changing for good? or towards the edge of a cliff??????
oh dear... somebody help me...

Life is making me a different person then I was 13 years ago. Yet some remains, and what makes it quite bad is the fact that the ones that i still carry now are the bad values of me. the good ones just flew away. its sad.

~just a thought one late night~

Falling in love. I cant remember when was the last time I've fallen for somebody but I can remember the time when my heart clenches tightly when I see this certain someone. Haha... Life is unexpected, as always=D