Hmm, i kinda got myself into thinking if I am an ardent fan of sound. You know just like how some people are avid fans of paper and like the touch of it. I actually like the sound of wave, how they pound so hard on the breakwaters and I could have just fallen asleep just by listening to it. I like to listen. Maybe listen to your worries. I promise I wont talk, I'll just listen.

You know how some people can let their emotions free through writing? I wished I was like that. And I always believed in the saying that goes,' the pen is mightier than the sword.'

Yesterday was a sad day. I got ignored. My entire existence was denied. I dont get ignored, I ignore people. And mr concentrated crap says its 'karma' that I got ignored cause I ignore people.)):

What am I doing without you?

And I'm my bestfriend's ardent fan.

There's a light in me and its shining bright. I can almost touch the skies. You're the reason I believe.

yeah, your attention shouldnt have been on some kids who know how to act nor on some kids who know how to operate cameras.

I dont want to pit myself against them. I dont want to compare myself with anyone anymore. Cause no one gonna ever find another me. When you dislike someone, it seem like its probably cause you're jealous of what someone elses have that you dont. I'm perplexed. Its not that I havent tried. I did. Its more of a can't than a I-wouldn't-want-to. Maybe cause they get bestfriend's attention all the time and I'm just jealous. Maybe... I'm trying to put it logically by saying to myself,' Hey, my friends' love is self sufficient.' But the love just aint the same. Oh gosh, I'm so selfish.)):

What people said hurt me. And my heart's heavy. I needed to set it free.
'I think i should just go to sleep... But my heart is so heavy, I cant sleep!'
'Then set it free lah!'
-.-"

Sometimes, I'm such a pain in the ass.
This is the last time that I'm ever gonna come here tonight.

Ah, I want to have a secret diary in a secret annexe of my house. So when it gets published, I would be famous like Anne Frank. Probability? 0. Z-E-R-O. I mentioned it to my friend. And he say 'why do you want to be like Anne Frank? I mean, she only got famous after she died. You want to be famous after you die?'

Only a certain someone makes my heart palpitate against my sternum. -.-

My giving in doesnt mean I dont mind.

thank you bestfriend, for always being there.

And also kudos to Mr. concentrated crap. (: