Devil said Dance

we are who we are, there's no point changing. --- feels like it was just yesterday when we were all together. laughing to my and QUA's stupid jokes, trying to laugh to FAZWAN's jokes. and i can't describe the rest. it was fun while it lasted, that's all i can say. --- The world is going to the dogs, i'm serious!

i have this uncanny knack to seriously irritate my friends. some times it's funny, some times i wish i hadn't done it. ---- i wasn't pinpointing to anybody but if i hurt anyone's feeling, i sincerely apologize. ---- an eye for an eye, i am still a small boy, thx. ---- yes, i am impulsive. ---- it sucks to lose friends, it sucks to hate friends. trust me, i know how it feels ---- and yea, this peculiar situation reminds me of an incident. long story short, i slayed some beasts. ---- "The enemy of my enemy is my friend" ---- good day, peace!

We all remember the bed time stories of our childhood. The shoe fit Cinderella, the frog was turned into a prince, sleeping beauty was awakened with a kiss. Once upon a time and then they live happily ever after. Fairy Tales. The stuff of dreams. the problem is, fairy tales don't come true. It's the other stories. The ones that start in dark and stormy nights and end in the unspeakable. The nightmares always seem to become the reality. ----- i write what i want, how ever i want to write it, and what the fuck i want to write about. i don't need people to ask me why is my blog so "sad" and "emotional".. if you don't like it then i got two words for ya, "FUCK OFF". yes, i'm rude. i am like that. get over it.

is this what happens when people hate you? is this what happens when they give up on you? -------- is this how it feels to be utterly lost of words? is this how it feels when you did something so wrong and there's nothing you can do about it? is this how it feels when the pressure of wanting to make up for what you've done just go way over your head? -------- i want to change some things but as a leopard don't change it's spots, i guess it's the same as me. many would say i'm weak, in the sense of that i'm too weak to change. i admit, i am weak. i am weak. i am weak. ---------- daily reminders makes me weak. daily reminders of the mistakes i've done makes me weak. daily reminders of what i have to do makes me weak. ---------- tears can't help me, love won't save me. ---------- i do what i do, and i know sorry won't help. i'm just so sorry. ---------- "A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret

who are my true friends? i ask that question to myself everyday. --- why do i always hurt the ones i care for? --- sigh, goodnight --- Don't wonder why people go crazy, wonder why people don't . --- "You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true. "