Friday, May 18, 2007

my mom asked if i was okay today. i said of course i am, why wouldn't i be?

oh mom, how i wish i could sit down with you at the sofa, bare all, and tell you that i'm not very okay, emotionally and all. emotionally and all.

for godsake's sake, what am i doing? seriously, what the fuck am i doing? i don't understand me, i don't think i know me.

i don't know what i feel like doing.

it's over.

enhui, 12:46 AM



... a wild flower dies
where it blooms

so let me be
a wild flower

its death shall be
the fading of beauty

-suchoon mo











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