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Wednesday, July 28
We're all souls just trying to connect with someone / but we're all left searching on our own, on our own, on our..
maybe.
Dad I told you stop. Dad you said you'd stop. Why then? Why? I know what will happen next. It's never going to end. How much have you lost? More than a million dollars, damn it.

Dismay.
Years ago. When I saw her returning with more I'd get so angry, I'll cry.

...

Never let it out for a long time, thank you. You're the first to ever want to help. Thanks for listening.

I'll see what I can do.

Maybe it's time I step in and fail my exams.

kitten
One of the kittens (cow kitten to be specific) got lost..
Either taken away or die already..

fshhhh
I kinda just crazily snipped some hair off~
Gah ugly. 
I am always regretting cutting my hair LOL.
Adds to my insecurity.

Then I will scold my past self.
And have conversations with my future self.

Me: DAMN IT MUSHO!!! HOW COULD YOU CUT MY HAIR UNTIL LIDDAT!!! LOOK LIKE GRASS NAOS
Past Musho: Walao sorry la! You see if you can do a better job next time!
Future Musho: I will! I'd better!
Me: Thanks. You'd better.

crazycrazy
Wow, I think I am really going mad. I mean, first I'd write to my sketch book, thank toilet bowls ... and now dis!!!!!

My friends were telling me that they'd drag me out of the house and cure me if I ever went mad. Touch wood!
But!
If I ever go mad, and I have kids, I hope the dad won't be my dad.

K asked me if I had only one wish, what would I wish for?
I thought for a damn long while what I wanted most.

In the end, my wish was that my mom was not crazy.
So that my dad won't be suffering so much.

I don't really want anything for myself until my family is OK.
Maybe that's what I want for myself, an OK family.

Naaaaaaahh. Maybe something realistic?

I wish for less pimples.

Naaaaaaahh.

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