This fucker no joke really.

When MTV meant Music Television not Sex, Drugs, Fame, Wealth, Shit.

FUCK GE.

Finally, I'm a free man.

Chill and fuck off, excessive smoking, some drinks.

Psychopath

DMC

You know, we constantly escape to places where no one knows us over the weekends.

Leaving

I think I'm leaving this place for a few years. You know, I dunno if this is the right thing to do. But I know to do it. I dunno how my parents will feel but I'll make them understand. The only thing I will worry is my brother. Will he understand someday?

I need to pick my life up again, learn to live alone and do things I've always wanted to do. I have maybe half a year to prepare but I dunno where to start. Can I just go?

My 2 years of stress and fucked.

Is finally about there. Time to celebrate. Thanks for those who stood by me, hear me rumbling about same things over again. We were just like brothers.

Turn me on so hard.

Memories blurred

I looked back at (photos) i just don't wanna mentioned this word. I feel like deleting cos I know I have to. There's nothing more that I can look forward to. Is this is a responsibility? Or the wasted feeling? I am going nowhere now either. I have just told her a thousand words, sober.

Comp's back

My comp's back, laptop's gone. Racer blood is back, cowardice gone. Wanna hit the tracks next year. All geared up and ready.

What the whatever

I really dunno I can graduate or not. Nothing is making sense. I don't think I'm a good student, and I can never be. Did I study for the wrong reasons? Why people can but I just can't. The books study me instead of me studying them.

And I can never sit still for fucking 2 mother fucking hours in the exam hall. 1 hr and I'm out. And work is ok but, is it work? Job? Career? Life? What's the fucking difference?

I think I should get the fucking cert over and done with for the sake of not wasting parents money, and do something that I want. Sorry, I need to restudy and maybe do a fusion. I think I should chase my dream. Go be a racer? LOL. Why is the culture rather unsupportive here? Or skeptical. I don't like. I see people living weird lives and I think that's for me.

The kiss, sweetest.

Confused, lost, hurt, worried, fucked.

Hi.

It's been more than half a year. I know that blogs don't say anything but there's where I can get a little info. I can ask, but well. I dunno. Happy birthday. I wish you all the best.

Close to Flame

Hi

Hope dangles on the end of a loose shit.