i see butterflies with pistols

ok so im not really yet in the mood to write. but i got a handful lot of things going on in my head. and im not writing. and so i got these dialogues in my head, these sentences just go on and on and on and at some times, because i dont write, i speak it out.

seriesly.

seriesly.

i mean seriesly.

i. am. a. basketcase.

who would just talk to themselves? out loud? when nobody's around?

me. its practically insane.

all because i asked for drama. well i got what i asked. but hell, i dont want a stupid, childisch, meaningless, pettifogging drama. pasal rumah jadi host raya untuk bocholt. one side wanted to be this nazi freak - controlling every single decision there is to be made, since this side obviously has the ownership of the house. and the other - tak paham bahasa. i dont understand both sides. i seriesly, utterly dont and i dont give a flying fuck about it anymore.

i asked for adrenaline rush. something that makes my life not monotenous. o shit aku lupa nak tulis apa. huahua. dah emo emo lupa pulak.

aaaaaaaaanyways, raya masih sebulan. and i still think malam raya was the best, sebab dah lama tak main bunga api. pictures were blur but hell, main focus were bunga api.









ok. so i kept this entry in draft because i couldnt upload my stupid pics main bunga api. pape la givap. nanti buleh aplod aku aplod.