why do i feel the scary emptiness in me? why is the emptiness to frighteningly familiar?
i don't want to lead that type of stupid anti-social life like last year. no way. no freaking way.

i suppose what i have to do is to put on a nice hard mask
hard enough to mask everything
my feelings and all

what's the point of showing my feelings
there's nobody to care anyway

fat. ugly. pimple face.
actually, there's more to just looks you know. and what's more absurd is that, holy crap, i'm not even half as bad as you describe me to look. wait, not even 1/10 or 1/100000. whatever. but what sze said is DEFINITELY TRUE. you're just jealous. jealous of me for looking better than you. voila.

yes, freedom of speech. but if you know what you're going to say is going to hurt someone, then stop. shut up. it doesn't really hurt to keep your mouth closed for once.
idk why i'm saying all these, but word has it that you're very interested in the reason why i'm giving you the silent treatment. so here it is. miscommunication or not, the damage is done. and just in case you want to know why i'm typing this type of stuff here, well that's simply because i don't care anymore.





i wish everyone will just shut up and let me live in peace for once. keeping quiet and bottling up my feelings, whether they are positive or not, is really tormenting. so please. i beg you all. just shut up.