I can't think straight now. It's like this sudden feeling that the whole entire human race is depending too much on you to save the world with your super powers which is to kill people using chop sticks. I'm just too messed up. I need a break... from hell. The needle has officially reached over the 'stressometer'. Speaking of chop sticks, anyone has any to spare? I could teach you the move so you'll do it on me...
I don't know what to blog about so let's leave it.
You made me feel special. You made me feel proud. Then you made me feel like as though I was the one who has made you turn around. Whose to blame? Cause I've fallen in too deep and I can't get out. Leave me. Please...
.: PaRaNoiD :.