i cant sleep. i cant eat. its day two without any food in my stomach. yet i dont feel a wee bit hungry. i have totally lost my appetite for everything, not only food.
its as though im living through a flashback of memories.
quit it. i gotta quit decieving myself. i gotta quit livin in the past. i gotta get over this.


its goin to be a lonely 19th birthday.


i hate roses. i hate bus 56. i hate singing. i hate oldham. i hate esplanade. i hate home-cooked pasta. i hate glass musical ball. i hate tekka market. i hate stitch. i hate heffalump. i hate army. i hate 'i believe' by david tao. i hate my room. i hate chihuahuas. i hate tofu donburi. i hate chunky monkey. i hate the zoo. i hate mango wallets. i hate pan pac & waterfront. i hate samsung. i hate postcards. i hate suzy's zoo. i hate self-made books. i hate neoprints. i hate garfield plasters. i hate starfruit juice. i hate that chunky ring. i hate my toe ring. i hate my top ear piercing. i hate that busstop. i hate the word, 'bum'...


cause all these reminds me of you.