seniors earn their junior's respect. when they lose it, they lose it. when they gain it, they gain it. it's such a simple reason for it, you can have a conclusion easily who is good/bad. you think i'm so stuck up? i'm the odd one out, so everything's my fault again. some people just keeps making life more saddening. Today i tried smiling again, it was just an agony to fake that stereotype smile, that smile lasted for about a minute and i really wish to rewind to those days where I can catch my smile back in the light. /it's another tragedy for me. even though i slapped myself up two times, i think i am still as depressed, this spirit is forever so tired.

i wonder if I should do the same, hiatus my blog until I learn to love again. and this lonely road, i wonder how long it'd last. i can't put the memories into a box, keep it up and lock it (till for further reminicense). and i feel so tired, i can't continue already. life has sure been like prison, and all of you still think i'm stuck up, so what's the difference between someone innocent and imprisoned, and charged of the crime he's not supposed to have, it's just too much of a tragedy, life's like that i ought to face it. everyone knows, but how am i supposed to face the other side of a criminal-known record? people are just like the medicories of life, a judge at the supreme high court. once they make me guilty, they won't want to bother making a second judgement. In my mind, band has this connection that eclipses my thoughts with "tragedy" and it has already became its relative. that stereotype smile has just been once in my life, now it's never gonna happen maybe not. but how will I know. Once I've stopped hurting / being hurt, maybe the next time these "in your mindset" known as self-pitying posts will not appear again, maybe I would have returned to the condition I once had (that polariods with smiles attached) . These posts looks so antonizing to you, becoming an eyesore, I hope should understand that you have the choice to exit from my blog.

cloud my thoughts, and so i thought. I want to learn how to love again, and that's so hard. & i'm trying to cushion this bruise, I want to let it heal again. I'm just too tired to carry on, if this is too hard for you to apprehend these wounds that are plastered too many times in a row, then only time can tell. yes, senior if you want to deal with me, just come on- i bruise easily. Your main aim is just to chase me out of band, out of your section, but you don't have to be so cruel. It's not like I've never seen such seniors possesing such kind of mentality. but you should ask yourself first before harming till this stage "If life was fair, why would roses have thorns". Maybe I should do the same. people who are out there accusing me, flaming me further, pushing my spirits into a dark abyss, and that will continue making me unable to pull up myself from there. I can't. I'm already in this state, people have emotions for your information.

I just can't live a lie. (i've been living in one too long)- until i learn to love again.

seniors earn their junior's respect. when they lose it, they lose it. when they gain it, they gain it. it's such a simple reason for it, you can have a conclusion easily who is good/bad. you think i'm so stuck up? i'm the odd one out, so everything's my fault again. some people just keeps making life more saddening. Today i tried smiling again, it was just an agony to fake that stereotype smile, that smile lasted for about a minute and i really wish to rewind to those days where I can catch my smile back in the light. /it's another tragedy for me. even though i slapped myself up two times, i think i am still as depressed, this spirit is forever so tired.

i wonder if I should do the same, hiatus my blog until I learn to love again. and this lonely road, i wonder how long it'd last. i can't put the memories into a box, keep it up and lock it (till for further reminicense). and i feel so tired, i can't continue already. life has sure been like prison, and all of you still think i'm stuck up, so what's the difference between someone innocent and imprisoned, and charged of the crime he's not supposed to have, it's just too much of a tragedy, life's like that i ought to face it. everyone knows, but how am i supposed to face the other side of a criminal-known record? people are just like the medicories of life, a judge at the supreme high court. once they make me guilty, they won't want to bother making a second judgement. In my mind, band has this connection that eclipses my thoughts with "tragedy" and it has already became its relative. that stereotype smile has just been once in my life, now it's never gonna happen maybe not. but how will I know. Once I've stopped hurting / being hurt, maybe the next time these "in your mindset" known as self-pitying posts will not appear again, maybe I would have returned to the condition I once had (that polariods with smiles attached) . These posts looks so antonizing to you, becoming an eyesore, I hope should understand that you have the choice to exit from my blog.

cloud my thoughts, and so i thought. I want to learn how to love again, and that's so hard. & i'm trying to cushion this bruise, I want to let it heal again. I'm just too tired to carry on, if this is too hard for you to apprehend these wounds that are plastered too many times in a row, then only time can tell. yes, senior if you want to deal with me, just come on- i bruise easily. Your main aim is just to chase me out of band, out of your section, but you don't have to be so cruel. It's not like I've never seen such seniors possesing such kind of mentality. but you should ask yourself first before harming till this stage "If life was fair, why would roses have thorns". Maybe I should do the same. people who are out there accusing me, flaming me further, pushing my spirits into a dark abyss, and that will continue making me unable to pull up myself from there. I can't. I'm already in this state, people have emotions for your information.

I just can't live a lie. (i've been living in one too long)- until i learn to love again.