two ways. one, ive finally failed the lord. or two, i never once did please him.


its like the time of the month where everything at once seem to be on the downhill it practically feels like youre choking on a furball. however trivial all these can be, it sure leaves you gasping for air - wishing youd just die there and then.


i cant seem to piece my thoughts together. call it my 45th depressing tone but i certainly wish theres more than to those that bite my feet. everything's a mess. friends, problems, exams, council, and all the itsy bitsy nonsense lying all around. its so bad i swear you could just shaft a gun up my throat and bust my brains out.

honestly, id be more than happy.