Take A Deep Breath

I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can't breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
It's like I'm in flight
High of a love
Drunk from the hate
It's like I'm huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I suffocate

when the fact that there are people who loves you, just won't save you from hating yourself...

Aunty Luly and Jonathan Khoo Chong Lay made me smile smile smile :))))))))) !!!!

thank you so much, aunty Luly for giving me the book! (soon. haha)
your comment really made me smile! :D

Jonathan Khoo!!!! i am very glad you like the 'bookmark'! heh heh heh





Arsenal playing against Birmingham tonight for the Carling Cup!
Go, RVP and the gang!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH (well, it would have been Cesc Fab and the gang, but his down with a minor hamstring injury... and why did i say down? he's not even down!!)
oh, you definitely can ignore me!!! :D :D :D

gonna on my computer at 6 in the morning tomorrow just to find out what's the score!!!
shhhh, don't tell my mum! :P

i am tired.

God bless!

There ain't no drug
It's not enough
I'm breaking up
The sickness is myself

I made a mess of me
I wanna get back the rest of me
I made a mess of me
I wanna spend the rest of my life alive

I made a mess of me
I wanna reverse this tragedy
I made a mess of me
I wanna spend the rest of my life alive

PS. (i just found that from Nora Raleigh Baskin's 'Anything But Typical' that PS actually means 'post script', not 'please see'. :P it means that you thought of something after writing the whole thing and you've just got to put it down.. or something like that.) thank you for trying. i know i'm not trying at all. i'm sorry. but thank you so much, so much, for trying.