"don't worry I know you're looking out for your friends...and whatever you say if I know that's what it's based on it counts a lot"
You know the times where you're so scared of screwing up that you actually do screw up? yeah, good times. Wish i can just screw up, get fucked and go home to mommy.
Can't help but notice that i'm increasingly emo. Gosh i need a fat slap to the face.
Kinda funny. This morning i woke up and i found that i've become a cynic. And i'm very close to believing in unbelief.
I made it a point to make it a point to learn the lyrics of one song per week. This week's choice is My Love by Justin T.
If only i could play bball, y'all be reading happier posts. Heh. Bball solves the world's problems. You know some people that love to dig their faces in the loveliest ice creams? or to run to the pier and scream/cry to the vast ocean? or take it all out on the person you love and apologise later? Well, bball's ma thing. And having no replacement is freaking zzz. It's like getting divorced and then developing impotence. GG NO RE dude. (non-gamers: read this as-> there's no hope of redemption; hopelessness; the lack of hope; black-hole syndrome)
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