It’s not nice anymore

My mom just switched off the light in my room and I am typing this fucking paragraph in the dark. I really feel like crying now. Why am I so stupid? Folly, pure folly. I should have known better, I really should have known better. I hate how things are right now. I don’t think you will actually – - -. And for once, I don’t wanna be right.

Addendum:
All the O(s) and Liao(s). Xiao Bao is a mean girl. Okay, talking to Dawnieee and Lester online made me feel much better. Here’s a small teeny heart dedicated to you guys. ♥ Cheapo mucho plans coming right up tomorrow at Amk Hub and Peninsular.

C, Wonderwall

I guess it’s on days like this that I am reminded of what’s wonderwall all about. I had such an awful day at school and you’re probably my only saving grace. If only there wasn’t all that distance now…

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G-mo Pangs II

It’s 5:42am right now and I just got off the phone with Steve. We talked for like, almost 4 and a half hours? Urg, I am not supposed to feel upset because I had a really enjoyable night at Clarke Quay merely 4 hours ago. What is wrong with my frigging head? I am feeling so so confused right now and my heart is scrunched up, and I think it’s causing my bile juice to churn. It’s not scientifically correct but who cares?

Relationship sucks. Be it a platonic friendship, bestfriendship of boygirlship. Fuck it man, seriously.

/Edit.
Shut the fuck up dad. Seriously. And grandmere’s being such a bitch.

G-mo Pangs

I have a lot to say but I just can’t seem to find the right words to use. Sigh, I guess it’s probably due to the usual morning grouchiness combined with the fact that I sometimes bottle up my emotions so much so that I don’t know how to express myself freely anymore. I try, but not hard enough.

I am G-moing (the new term given to be by the Secksi People for emo) in class right now and it’s gradually becoming a daily routine. I am sick of such G-motional post but I seriously can’t help it. I just have this inclination to blog about such same things over and over again. Maybe I can blame it on the fact that I am a Lit student, no? :/ And I was just browsing through some journals lately and I really wish with all my heart that I could say the same too. Oh, I forgot, I have no heart. I haven’t had a heart for months ever since that fateful day.

If only I could just pluck up enough courage to take up that suggestion Steve gave to me. If only…
But then again, I thought to myself, so what even if I finally managed that pathetic few words? I think it is obvious all these while. And I don’t see how it could aid in this hell hole that I am currently stuck in. It might just make it worser than it already was.

Oh G, please keep your emotions in check already.

On a lighter note, Vivo-ing last night with Steve was good. We were just talking about everything under the stars and cam-whored like mad at the playground. Click for visuals.

Wonderwall please

My name is G and I’m feeling more than a little melancholy today.

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
(Is it really the end, or are we just presuming it’s the end in based on our own different situation?)

It’s not good to see that my emotions changed so drastically in a course of four days.

I had a pretty bad week in school, I wish someone could just sing me one of my favourite song and turn it all around.Maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me. But after all, you’re my Wonderwall.

My name is G and I need to talk to someone tonight.