rescue me from hanging on this line.
farewell, i say.
scatter pieces of all i've been,
all pieced back.
shine on, once again.but it's sucha irony,i'm still fighting for the words.my septum piercing has healed.
i'm not crazy,
i think it looks nice.
thanks baldwin. (:i'm down with a cold, or fever?god knows.what the hell. i feel so sick, no fucking idea what's wrong with me.seems like my body system is..breaking down.
i can't comprehand the thoughts.school work is piling up, more and more. i hate.met up with jean(its pronounced as jon)after school, went down to gardens,the place is still as lovely.that very cosy feeling. out of that buzzing city.be the one,the one to break my fall.i'd be greatful.good night.