a care for your language u fucking bastard, ohhh boy, my language speaks so profoundly of a mere differetiation of sex.


i couldnt be more or less a ghost of myself. im determine to do whatever it takes to do well, i mean, theres nothing more in my life i should be looking for but studies and sports right. argh i dont know reallly, its a really fuzzy wuzzzy feeeling of many sleeezy weeeezy emotion engulfing realllly messsily.



i feeeel my head with many accusations, many of those wont last long, many just engulfs me real badly, but i'll stick to my own privacy, its always been better.



we love to speak in foreign language,
because we like to express ourselves,
in hope that no one will know,
but who we want it to.

and we could change the world,
because we shape it in our own way,
to what we want to call our world,
and we'll be the only ones in it.

theres nothing more to say,
i think its best for me this way,
and thus, i conclude,
i dont need to be ready for anything.



theres more to life than this, but it hurts knowing i got involve in the first place.


man u lost again this sucks la. but wells. life is like that and the ball is round.


imaylikeyouinmynextlifetime, evenifiwishitwasnow, butiknowitwasneveraboutwhatyouwanted, becausegodonlygrantsuswhatweneed.




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breaking free to something new. =)