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Smoulder Whisper
Monday, March 1, 2010

Hey, after a while, since like a week of dramas.

- Homeworks getting to becoming my pile of junk in my room
- Bitches starts to claim they're a whore
- Bozos calculating their bozoness
- Me gettin' busy
- Psychopathetic teacher starts to chase my ass
- The suppose to be unemotional rockstars turn into emotional gothic freaks.
- myspace starts to complete my chart of boredom and facebook creating the whole new me.
- been missing my perth, love you perth.

I'm in deep pain of complication. Friends, guys. Damn son, should I've just accept the fact we wouldn't last any longer in the future? We should just be friends, ain't that right, bloggie woogie? Well, it's just so hard to let go of something we wanted so much but turns out pretty ugly. Due to all this depressive situations, I got myself into suicide. I shisha-ed too much, it's wrong, killing our brains and lungs but thats how I've expressed my anger and more. It isn't all the feminine situations, all the fucking hormones shit yada yada yada. Its just me, with my attitude problem. I tried to make some stupid jokes to keep me away from lovesick and more. But it ain't working. I meant I'm still starting my emotherfuckingshit attitude. I wanna act normal, I love the old me, It's because the new me, causing typhoons around the area. Causing jeopardizing. I started to being so socialize that I couldn't realize the outside world turns dark and cold, felt like socializing is an option to solve my problems. Heck no, must face reality and don't back down. It's just stagefright. My world is my stage, my fans are my friends and I'm as the performer. Life is a drama but attitude causing the assumption of em'. I started to oversocialized, need to reduce it. Need to turn the old me again, the nerdy, the doesn't-care-about-any-shit-happens attitude. Love that oldie me, but most friends will hate em.

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