He's back for revenge.
There are times in the night like now when I don't feel like going home.
I hate going home in the night, but I like to stay out in the night.
I wish I could just sit in the bus stop with my ipod, stoning as the cars go by.
Getting all emotional again, I don't feel like talking, which is why I'm blogging.
Feeling like a freak, which is why I'm not telling.
And just when I thought it was peace and all again, something pops up and twist it.
Sometimes, I wish people would
shut up.
If there was to be a movie on my life story, what would it be about?
Family break-ups, debts, irritating naggings and cursings..drama.
-I wonder where my place of consolation is.
kenkenpi @ 10:41 PM