sometimes,i wonder.why do i even bother?you know.forget it.i shall just throw away.everything i'd hoped.my fucking ambitions.i don't wanna be a soccer player.why should i fulfill your dreams huh?i have my own ones.i wanna be a photographer.the average joe.the boy next door.i hate you.you're not even a father figure to me.why?why am i so hot-tempered like you?that sucks.it scares others.sometimes i wish,you were dead.but fortunately.i have that little bit of respect left for you.just fuck off.no wait,don't.get me.a HOLGA,VIVITAR,SONY DSC H-3.and then fuck off.please.and thank you.and you.stupid girl.aiya.just go be with him lah.i'm just coming in between you both.i feel bad about it,can?i dunno.seriously,tell me why you want me to stay?and don't use the line,"cause you're my bestfriend/danial afiq.so it's different"thank you.
Uneasy Hearts Weigh The Most. 12:28 AM.