Hey, what's that from above? Is it love for blood?

Time to put a halt to this childishness and to start adulting.

This feels worse than the hangover I had after ZoukOut.

I'm tired of watching the shadows on the wall, my eyes are foreseeing

I lost her to cancer, but somehow, I think I lost a part of myself in the process.

Was it my sanity, my humanity, my soul...? Or bits and pieces of everything?

Does this make me a more ruthless and uncaring creature? Because a change is apparent - lackadaisical, unfeeling and senseless seem like words befitting a description of the person I see in the mirror now.

And I know that I don't fit in, but I want, but I want you anyway

Been wanting one since forever, but never really put much thought into it until recently.

I think I'm ready for one.

Though I'll definitely approach this one with caution, it's gonna be simple, it's gonna be meaningful, it's gonna be something that reflects me.

But there are still many things to consider such as:

-How am I gonna tell my parents (or am I even gonna tell them?)
-Where am I gonna get it placed - let's face it, society still has a very disgusting attitude towards people with body art, so I'd probably need to put it somewhere discreet
-Which parlour am I gonna get it done at - It's gonna last a lifetime, so I'm definitely not gonna get it done at some shady back alley

But boy, am I excited.

Oh it's such a strange and unforgiving life. And no matter what, no one makes it out alive.

A mess will always be a mess.

Accepting that fact is how you subtract the stress.

And I feel liberated.

And they scream, the worst things in life come free to us

He was like a brother to me. And I can't believe he left this world just like that - he turned 21 on the same day as me, without experiencing what the planet had in store for him.

You're in a better place now.

RIP Jackie

I'm selfless drunk on you, what more could I do?

Seeking solace in inanimate, lifeless substances & pursuits.

Things unsaid, feelings I die for it. Just help me to speak slow, and grip down my hips when I feel low

It's like the cumulative effect of many sudden realisations in the past hitting me all at once.

Why the fuck am I trying so hard for some people that I hold so dear to my heart, yet they have the audacity to drop me in a second, without looking back.

This isn't their first time doing so, yet I can't help but forgive them whenever they disregard me.

I'm just wired this way, loyalty means so much to me but it seems like I'm remaining loyal to all the wrong people.

PATHETIC but I can't bear to leave them.

I'm waiting for it, that green light, I want it

A Drinking Song
by William Butler Yeats

A vacant lot, my tangled thoughts

Afraid that I'll never get my shit together, fearful that this semester's gonna mess me up again, uneasy because of the way certain people make me feel.

I just want to cower under a rock or something, because my gut's telling me something horrible's gonna happen, and I wouldn't be as resilient as I thought myself to be.

Unmet expectations and disappointments.

She never left the city but she's not local.

‪It seems like a perfect night to run away from responsibilities and be a disaster.‬

And you can be darn sure I won't disappoint.

I refuse to look back thinking days were better, just because they're younger days

It's just gonna be another addition to an empty number that means nothing.