Well, the good news is.. love songs don't work for me anymore =) I'm not 'so sick of love songs', no, and I still hate that stupid song but the words don't hit me anymore. They're just words now. Nothing more nothing less.

The bad news is.. I'm turning into a sucker for pain. HAHAHAH! Sadist, you stupid little ****. I was referring to myself, btw. Don't anyone else get offended.

Is it weird for me to insist that my boxes be sealed edge to egde so that there are no gaps where the ends meet? Is it strange that I take the prices off the books only to stick them on piece by piece perfectly on top of each other to be neat? Even though, of course, these labels are gonna be thrown out anyway. Shit I'm going crazy. So much words racing thru my thoughts. But I only got this much out. ROARRRRRRR. I feel like a tiger. *growl* hehe I feel like drowning. No no scared of deep water. I feel like suffocating. No no scared of that too. I feel like slitting my wrists. No no scared of pain. WAHHHH SO COWARD~!! SCARED OF EVERYTHING! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.. not funny oso =.= I told u I was going crazy. Perth does this to u =P

I'm all aloneee.... LalaLAlalaLAlAlalaLA