do you know how much can a Man (i mean in general; eg human mankind) take pressure? lets just say if he can take at most of 50 times the pressure, then i say hell no, cos the pressure that i have lying on my shoulders are like 10,000 times more. ok maybe right now it's lifted a bit, but argh, it's just killing me to even think about it.

im not gonna shre with you kids on whatever problems that im dealing with. but here's a brief on it; just imagine that you can literally live with only 2 of your favourite food, example would be.. a set of zinger meal & a set of ljs combo 1. the reason you survive is because of these 2 meals. though you know you can also survive with either one of the meals only, you also know that you still need the other meal cos youve always had that meal since you heard of it.

right. im not sure if you guys even understand what im trying to say, cos the explanation seems retarded now. =/ im not sure how else i can let this go without having to bawl & drown my heart out in tears as if im left with nothing & no one else. i especially hate it when my eyes become so sore the next day, like someone had pulled them out, only to fry them then left em out in the rain til it gets soggy & put them back in my sockets. i know it's gross, but it's worse when these tired eyes are accompanied by saggy eyebags.

i know i sound exaggerating, & my eyebags probably dont look that bad at all now, but it seriously make me feel like shit & jvtdgr! tho im feeling slightly better right now, i still feel uneasy abt this whole situation. i just hope this will end as nicely as when i first feel as if i have everything that i need that could never be traded for money or clothes or purcells or any latest editions of professional photography cameras there is.

urgh, now i feel like a fever's coming on. fxck it. but i'll be fine by tmr. that, i know.

dear god, pls help me keep everything that i have right now.
i just want everything to stay intact like it always have been.
i just wanna see sincere smiles in everyone, without having to lose anything that i have.



mood -unknown-
music one day women will all become monsters - chiodos