why won't you lay here with me and forget about the world?

Your Highness is going to Free2Be tonight. See you tonight and let's get HIGH!

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I know what I am about to say is gonna contradict myself in the future to come but I don't care and I'd still like to say what I have in mind.


Sometimes, I have so many words in my mind that I want to put into lines. So many sentences that I want to construct a story that will knock you off your feet and blow your mind. Yet, I can't. I don't know why. The words never seem right to me, the sentences never seem to connect. Just like my thoughts. I can never seem to get my thoughts organized, never.


People think I am good at expressing myself through words but boy, are they mistaken. Seriously, what I blog here is just what I choose to show the world. You don't know, you will never know what's behind this flawless facade. Therefore, I'm telling you now.. Beneath this flawless facade is something more profound than you think. This something is filled with an ocean of secrets to the brim.

My pride eats my ego yet my ego eats my pride.


I have no idea why but I feel mildly aggravated by this certain someone. Maybe it's just me being slightly paranoid or something. I shall not furrow over a matter so insignificant and bogus, I shall not.

I guess people never heard of freedom of speech and I think that's a little pathetic.

I don't like how easily I am guilt-tripped. My guilty conscience is always there. I am bound to feel remorseful every single time after I've done something bad. It just calls for the matter of time.

I don't like how I let people get to me so easily. At times, I shudder at that fact.


You'll never know what lurks beneath the surface of pretty faces and innocent expressions. He/she can be as holy as Him or as satanic as Satan. You'll never know. Therefore, one ought to always put a gap in between another.

There's always a voice in the back of my head shouting at me and it gets louder and louder every time.. Slowly piercing through.

I cannot explain the surge of exhaustion as I type this yet my fingers won't obey me.

My stomach is churning, my entire body feels scorching hot. I don't think I am sick. So, you shouldn't too.


I hate it when I double over in pain 'cause then, I will triple over in pain too. Nobody likes being in pain, I am no different than them.

How I wish by banging my head on the table can render me into utter coma.

I think I might drop dead any second now.

P/S: I just merely exaggerated every word.