you're my beautiful tragedy

when i heard your voice last night,i said a thanks giving prayer to God.no,i still can't find words to describe how beautiful it was.and we'll start all over again.and you'll tell me the most wonderful thing that i've never heard of.u'll take my hand.we'll start all over again and i'll fall in love with you again.just like a 13-year-old school girl.

i had a blast,did you?

Last weekend was damn exhausting yet full of excitement . we played futsal around 1 am till 3 am.i played like a pro.fuyoooooooooooh.i scored one goal for my team. c:me,i wear the black shirt +pants

we were all tired. *pant

collections of bruised and inked

hang

this turns me on. \m/

lovely. it's Jane Doe,bitch!my ladyhh

paramore in Malaysia.

i was bored.

i was discouraged by my own drawings.i tried to draw a human rib cage but it looked like a cockroach's body.i cant seem to draw what i see. so i took photos of myself instead,just to kill the boredom.

P/s:they hate me.but what can i do?they can say anything about me,but at the end of the day,it's me myself who's gonna have to be with myself.i m trying to fit in my own skin,they can't mould me.that explains why i dont befriend with certain types of people.they are called ucakians. thanks .

There's a devil in your heart

and the devil wants out to play.p/s:i run this blog as i wish.

i have found my new addiction

imaginary lullaby

Then he calls her up

and it sweeps her off her feet.

It finally makes some sense to her.

Though it makes her scared,

she likes the way her heart beats

as she moves along with his every little whisper.

Later then he puts the phone down,

He smiles for he knows he owns her still.

And he sleeps peacefully,

Doesn't even care how it has made her feel.

Couldn't even care less.

She cries herself to sleep,

And she touches herself.

She touches herself.

And,she cries herself to sleep.