sometimes you want to point a gun in your head...

cause you want it all to end...

i don't mind spending my time looking at depressive art galleries


as long as
i'm with you, there... my therapy

I used to believe that romance is pure clichè and something that doesn't last


But you showed me that..
romance is like a food..
it'll be your favorite

that you just can't pass..

happy valentines, depression and angst.
a day without any of the two of you just never happened.


i'm really having a hard time to choose between you because you're both consistent...

One day, when the timing's right.. i'll give my heart to one...
May the best feeling.. WIN...

((Hopelessly waiting for happiness to court me....))

she's not that type of girl that gets your attention..
she's not that type of girl, that you'd like to ask questions..

she's that mysterious type
not even getting your hype

she's like a puzzle
that you'll just leave

because it makes you mad
that you can't complete..

if i just collected all my tears..


starting from the day i felt everything
but decided to act like it's nothing

i assure you
i will drown someone

because i probably made an ocean..
a sea...
or any body of water...
that you didn't know exists

"She puts too much make-up"
That's what they say.

They don't know that..
Foundation is for her pale skin
Concealer is for her stressed eyebags
Lipstick is for her sad lips
and eye-shadow is for her dead eyes

Is she conceited or she just hides everything well?
Think again.