Shit, feels like i’m turning into a psychotic stalker creep.

To: Heart

Wtf? Stop giving and giving if nothing’s gonna come back! It’s gonna hurt alot more in the long run.. Wake up, bro.

It’s friday night. And you have nothing to do.

Best feeling in the world(sarcastically speaking).

FML. Running it is then..

Similarities.

Seriously, this is just way too similar.

这大便是疯的!!

<3 Love & Lost

We’ve all made some bad choices in our lifes; big and small. No matter if this one is bad, logically, i find a hint of joy somehow, with knowledge that I once had something great going on.

My life has always had something good at any point of time - so long as I look at the glass half full.

Anger forsaked, emotions now backed by sense.

Mash: For the first time - The man who can’t be moved

A: So I’m not moving,

Echo: Oh these times are hard…

A: I’m not moving….

Echo: Yea, they making us crazy, don’t give up on me baby. (x2)

A: Oh these times are hard… yea they making us crazy

Echo: I’m the man who can’t be moved.

A: Don’t give up on me baby.

Echo: I’m the man who can’t be moved.

A: Oh these times are hard… yea they making us crazy

Echo: I’m the man… I’m not moving…

痛

Afraid, but I’m afraid to show it.

I wanna Sing.
and
I wanna Shout.

But now,
I really just wanna scream till the words dry out.

I know I could be,
but, I don’t want to be just a possibility.

I know I could be,
but, I don’t just want to be hanging.

I know I could be your unintended,
but, I just really want to be intended.

Intended to be yours.

How sometimes i think it is inappropriate of him to say it, yet he does. In public no less.

Maybe i’m thinking too much.

Decadent Vice. Moral Degradation. Not immoral, yet. Amoral maybe, but slowly degrading into the land of the moral destitutes. A reprehensible coward; an irresponsible bastard. Helpless and incapable; yet again, the struggle to bridge the distance between the nearest yet the furthest organs.

Work, Love, Life. How does one juggle them with elegant dexterity? Teach me how and you shall have my eternal* gratitude.

Disillusioned with thoughts of my bleak future ahead; mounting pressure, mounting stress. And it’s JUST the beginning. Least I’m starting SOMETHING. *Familiar advice resounding in my head - “If you’re not moving forward, you’re moving backwards!”

I used to think I rule the world, and then I realised I only ruled my world.
But recently I’ve come to think,
that even I have no say.
No say in how I walk my way,
with no idea how my life’s become this way.

I’ve lost my way, but i seem to like it better this way.

So please….
Acknowledge my plea, to flee, let me be free.

Please allow me… my disillusioned decadence.

Sidenote: Realised I’m disliking the weekends more and more. Funny though, doesn’t seem to make the weekdays more bearable either.

*P.S. I Lied.

As a general, you don’t give a rats ass about your sick lieutenant while you give a tall speech about caring for your men.