Sunday, January 20, 2008.

9:10 AM
LOVES.

following you wherever you go.



fuck. it's 0112. and im not planning to sleep. why? i dunno why. prolly still disturbed by a very fucked-up video.



fir, remember this tree?



i want to talk to someone, but, there seems to be no one who listens.
everyone is living their own life, no one wants to meet up anymore.
even since school started, there seem to be a gap between us.





ups and downs of life.
happy for now, unhappy later.





5 seconds, do we even give that someone 5 seconds.



the world just spins, not caring for its habitats.





crimson red roses,
beautiful yet dangerous.
the thorns,
love it when they prick,
that is their way of expressing their love.
through pain and blood.