"Every breath you take today should be with someone else in mind."

I miss them Australians, and also TOWLMB :) I'll see him soon, hopefully. I now speak in a semi Aussie accent, and he laughed at me for it, incredibly mean. Then he thought it was cute and laughed again. I wonder what would happen to us when I move, even if we did have a LDR, he'd prolly die laughing when we skype just because of my accent. Sigh. I already have an exact date in which I'm leaving here but that's only for me to know (and of course him). I don't like goodbyes, so I won't say them. Well that's my plan anyway.
Everyone that I know goes away in the end. 


I can't wait to go! :) Yes there I said it. I want to leave. You know why? Cause I can't stand staying here after all that's happened. Why I don't talk about it? 
Because it phackin hurts, and everyone left once I was knocked to my knees by it. Everyone just didn't give a phak, that's when I could differentiate between my real friends, and the not-so real ones. I was suprised by the people who were, cause it never occured to me that I would be extremely close to them. Taken aback by the ones who weren't because during school, I bonded with them a lot.
Everything changed over the holidays, including me. 




Ps: My lips are extremely dry and peeling.

"You don't get to yell at me for being dead, if you're the one that killed me."

This post has nothing to do with the line above, but it does have something to do with the title though. I was looking at a friend's blog, and there was a really long post about how she hurt her best friend and now regrets it. 

Best friends... sigh.
I consider myself best-friendless, and those close to me know that... or at least I hope they do. I have good friends, close friends but I don't consider anyone as my best friend. I may be a little against having one, for some reason.


I mean, some best-friends know their limits, but others don't. I don't see the sense in buying matching outfits, or those bracelets for two, one is half a heart that says best and the other says friends so when you put the broken heart together you get best friends. It doesn't make any sense to me. It actually seems a lot like PDA to me, and as you know PDA has its limits, and I utterly detest it when that limit is crossed. PDA is short for Public Display of Affection. Yes, I know that I do it with friends, but that's only in school, around friends... but PDA-ing in public, now that is a totally different level.
Especially when a couple starts to wear matching outfits, and all. I'm going off topic, back to the bestfriend thing. These days I've realized that everything revolves around the best friend. You fall in love with the best friend, you write a shit long blog post about hurting the best friend, you lose your best friend, you fight with your best friend and so on. 
Why don't you give something I like to call 'not giving a shit' a try?


It hurts my eyes and wrecks my brain. 

"I felt the urge to crawl so deep inside myself that nothing could ever pull me back out."

I've started writing again, only this time I posted it online. I'm kind of rusty at it ever since I lost my ability to put words into a sentence that capture's one's heart. I partially blame that on him. Actually I blame it on 3 people excluding myself. I've posted it up onto Fiction Press and Wattpad, in hope of opinions and reviews. So far, there's only 4 chapters but I'm in the midst of writing the 5th one. Please do check it out and let me know what you think. it's part of my attempts to find out the talents that I may have under this thick layer of brown skin. The links are below, if you think it's something worth reading, don't hesitate to share it with your friends, the more the merrier :)

Fiction Press : http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2977145/1/Holes_Inside

Wattpad :  Holes Inside on Wattpad

So yeah, do read and comment/review or like or share :)

Thank you!

When you can, let me know how long you're willing to miss me for.

A soul trapped in a human body. Living a human experience. But I’m always searching for my soul. I think that is the part of us we keep forgetting. And I also think that part of us is infinite. Humanity is temporary for this existence. Maybe next I’ll be the make-up of a nebula. But live through your soul. And you’ll live your life differently. When you breathe, realize it is life. The breath of life. This universe is our holding. This present is a chapter. Who knows how many other places we’ve been. Or how many other beings we’ve lived to be. I wonder if we’re truly separated in each lifetime. Or if family is a part of us. Permanent. In every life time. Recyclable and eternally connected? Energy and and air, everywhere. We are literally everywhere. And you can read every book. But I think it’s impossible to figure this one out.

It’s as simple as creation.

Isn't Matt gorgeous? His accent is so sexy :D

This one is about how music gets ruined by the people you're no longer with.

This one counts seconds between moments.

This one desperately dresses wounds with logical statements.

This one only makes sense to the person who says it, until someone else, understands.

This one is here just to fill all the space that's left.

This is one you hear everyday.

This one is six words long.

This one, hates the last one.

This, is the sentence you still haunt.