I might like laughing but I am not always happy. I know happiness is not all around and that makes me sad. I dislike talking to people I don't like but talking to you doesn't mean I like you (:/) I am sorry I am getting increasingly sad by the day but I can't help it. I just want to get out of this mess quickly. Let me fly off and never return, please?

Hong Kong/Singapore
1.2B/3.4M
Seventeenth March
Cinnamoroll gives me smiles

(I have no other things to put here. Y'know what I mean.)
Yep, I am rather very anti-social. Sorry for that.

I have no cravings for now besides that. Until I get hold of it, I want nothing else. School's fine with certain friends around me, and I am thankful for that.(C:) Family's okay except that I won't talk much. I want to travel again to Japan because it can help revive my lost childhood. I love Sanrio because it helps calm me down most of the time. And in case you are wondering, Sanrio is not a tranquilizer. I want to be someone ordinary and I don't like to attract stares, esp. weird ones.

Bevie

Candice

Cass Chow

Cass Ng

Chelsia

Cherie

Chen Teck

Daniel

Dione

Emersius

Emily

Fawn

Fiona

Huihan

Iris <3

Janell

Jane

Jiayan

Joyce

Liwen

Mabel

Nien An

Raey

Samuel

Sara

Shanisca

Sheryl

ShuQi

Sumei <3

Tong Wei

WeiWei

Winky!


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when you reach the peak of a mountain, with a pack of hounds hot on your heels, it's usual that you will run down the other side.
it's usual.
there's no way you can stay up there.
it's usual.
at least i tell myself that.
at least i try to tell myself that.

when you smile and look into the mirror, you tell yourself that it is your reflection.
smiling back at you.
but when you stare harder, you can't seem to tell that you are smiling.
anymore.
because all that you can see, is a blurred vision.
of fear.
concealed by tears.

it's not easy to get up there.
the journey is hard.
when you succeed in getting up to the top, you tell yourself it's been a long and dreary path.
but at least you've made it.
you laugh in contentment.
but soon, you realize, contentment doesn't last.

you try to clear the mirror of mist.
but the harder you wipe it, the cloudier it gets.
and then you find out, that your hands are too wet.
too wet.
too wet from brushing tears off your face.

you get weary of your surroundings.
you get scared of being at the top of the mountain.
alone.
you hear the distant howls of hounds and wolves.
and you smile.
there's someone out there. at least.
but soon you realize.
the hounds and wolves were there.
to chase you off the mountain.
their territory.
you panic.

you dry your hands clean of the tears.
you try to dry the mirror. again.
this time, it turns red.
crimson red.
you see your reflection in a shielded mystique of red.

the hounds are advancing.
you have to leave.
you stood up.
to dash down the mountain.
you know, that it doesnt belong to you.

you stare at your tinted-red mirror.
and then you realize.
your heart aches.
the blood.
the red blood.
the crimson red blood.
goes dripping onto the floor.
the cold, hard floor.

you want to stop running.
but your legs had gone out of control.

you want to stop the blood.
but it continued to flow.
just like how your tears.
refused to go.


away.

i tell myself.
i am safe from the hounds.
i tell myself.
i am contented and happy at the bottom of the mountain.
but my heart tells me.
they are all lies.


no.
i am not emo.
i am just.





feeling hollow.
it will go away.
real soon.
i promise myself.

but promises are meant.
to be broken.


arent they?