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Friday, 4 March 2011

[ ..bad back and crap hair.. ]

I don't know what am I doing anymore. I really don't. Now I feel more stuck than ever. I hope you like what you are reading.

My stomach hurts. My eyes are blurry. My back hurts like hell and there's nothing I can do to heal it. I'm sick of looking at myself on the mirror. I'm sick of everything. I cannot stand being who I am now. I want to eat a whole lot of food and then vomit them right out. I want to take a three day holiday just me alone and not think about anything in the world. My shoulder hurts. Don't understand why do I feel like I have the whole world on my shoulder.

Or maybe I'm just tired. I don't know. I don't want to know. I don't want to care. I think I just need my sleep and everything will be okay.

I wanna see psychedelic  patterns every where. I wanna make blow paint with all the colours I have on my palate. 
I wish the world have more colour. I wish the world can be like this so I won't be seeing black and white now. Oh please, give me back my inspirations. I want them back so I can write better. 

I'm so tired. I want to cry but I can't because it will just mean that I am weak! I want some rest I want some rest. I want to look at trees and sand and water and the nature for a day or two! Just let me get the fuck out of here! So sick of everything! I want that lump of bitterness in my throat to get out RIGHT NOW!!

I just want to breathe. Let me breathe.


:: stitched on` ::*|02:05|

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Ailurophile. Irascible. Desultory. Furtive.


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::..Wishes.. ::
~ eternal financial stability, bitch
~ Tokyo solo 2013
~ to Japan, I go for second time!
~ to Japan, I go!
~ Canon G12
~ Superheadz Ultra Wide and Slim!
~ Superheadz Golden Half!
~ new camera!
~ a studio home
~ publish a novel/short stories compilation

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