I think writing about yourself, is a pretty pompous thing to do. Lets just say Im not much of a people person. Period.


Amir
Ayuni
Bren
Carmen
Cheri
Joe Win
Jue
Leen
Lee en
Marina
Shamini
Shaowen
Sherri

I want a boy with eyes that burn like cigarettes.

Excessive writing. Excessive writing of phrases, lyrics, words; everything that describes what I feel.

Im tired of this shit, the whole sugar coating the truth to not look so vulnerable shit I pull every single time anyone asks me that question. The infamous, "are you ok?" or "what happened?"

So Im trying this new shit where honesty is laid bare, bare for you to lay your fucking perverted eyes on.

You were my perfect maybe. If thoughts counted and you weren't a lying cheating bastard. You were my perfect maybe what could have been.

And you know what else I think? That love should be true. Love should never ever be tainted by lies and deceit, and break ups, break ups should be a one time thing. And if not, a two time thing and it stops there. Period.

Okay so it was never love, more of lust. But who cares, same shit!

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