at times, it kills me to be around you. Around people. People disappoint all the time. They're not random and their moves are so anticipated. Which is depressing because i anticipate the worst and that takes place..people live up to my worst expectations, am i supposed to be happy or sad about that? It kills me that they don't get me, my feelings but i do get them. Self-consolation is the only way i've been staying alive and sane all these years..what would i to do if one day i just wake up and decide that i can't take anymore of anything..would i still want to be a part of this world? Perhaps there is some place far more amazing for me. Perhaps a coma..people say the ones in a comatose condition are happy in their head. Now that's a dangerous thought right there. "Same shit different day" -ranjie, i long to belong xx

being psychic runs in the darling family. or perhaps it's just we're amazing and awesome like that we anticipate each other's next move? hehehe x

sometimes.

sometimes, i wish i would just forget to breathe.



weirdly enough it happens. maybe i want it to? i actually need to have the thought to breathe on several occasions. am i that suicidal including subconsciously?

there is nothing like inflicting pain on you. when the world caves in on you. and you have no where else to go. nothing else to do. smoking helps but you want the pain. so you cut. you try to cut deep but you're not looking for attention. i'm not. i just want to feel alive. to know that this i reality. this is life. pain is life. i'm alive. xx

maybe this is where everything leads to..

i hate my brain.


why do people say that thoughts are from your brains? i don't really like how it sounds i mean thoughts could be from your heart?

well IF thoughts are from your brain, i hate my brain.
i hate my thoughts.

they torture me.
abuse me in fact.
all for nothingness.

my thoughts wander a long and lonely road. o.O
my thoughts are scary and my thought leads to me hating.

hate me, blue october.

i love that song.

it means a lot.

to write love on her arms, hawthorne heights.

maybe i did find the guy who would want to write love on my arms. the knife is not that necessary anymore. because he fulfills the vacant space that used to give me aches.

baby,

this is my first post about you.
if you're missing me. good =]
because you've no idea how much i miss you.


hazy, rosy golan.

i dedicate that song to you.

if i forgot who i am, would you remind me?
that song is beautiful and i really enjoy being with you.
i like laughing. =]


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the next part of this post goes to my new sister. =]
i have officially incorporated her to my family, the Darlings.

Ranjie Darling has just found herself a sister =] =] =]

Kaylee Darling, you're so cute and you make me feel good about myself. Like i'm not alone out here and my thoughts are not that creepy and scary. You help me find answers and i like that.


That same little birdie is still telling me that he thinks a certain sister of mine should get facebook.


heheheeh.
i love you both.

mwah mwah

xxxxxxx

i'm happy. yet i can't stop emo-ing

" The only thing i have to do in life is die.


Everything else is a choice with consequences




- including breathing.

do you mind a question?

the ones we have lost. . .

do you think they know how we feel?

how sorry we are?

how we wish things could have been different?

do you think they would understand?

how is one to go finding the answers... xx

a message for wern yi

a little birdie told me a certain someone should get facebook and stop stalking another certain person's blog as it may ruin the fun of posting when that certain person feels like posting something worth posting =] x