i see butterflies with pistols

o shizzz. its getting pretty old with writers block.

this used to be my sanctuary!!!

i even wrote a poem (haha) about a witch (haha give and take a letter).

not only im inarticulate these past days, i cant even write.

what heppenggg? partly prolly cause there were too many silent readers (hey if not u who can i blame)

aaaaanyways paper hari cam..... fuck. (sila baca dengan nada expressionless) and then semua bende la aku nak langga kan. lepas habis cussing semua benda aku langga, tibak aku pegi masak. pegi masak. pegi masak? pegi masak yooo!!! macam sakai ok aku. tekanan perasaan pegi masak. how or more appropriate when did i became this lame? ugh.

yea one bitching coming up. peace out y'all.