I had an awesome time today with these wackos. Well obviously there are more pictures to be uploaded but I'll do 2 first and the rest some other time when I dont feel a little less like shyet. Okay everything today was nothing but perfect except for the fact that i feel like shit inside. Seriously, i have no idea why i felt so "jelly-like" towards the middle part of today. I guess it all started after i started to cough my ass off. Then shortly after that started, i ran to the toilet and gagged out "transparent vomit" plus a little bit of erm 'red'. Okay after that then i started to feel soooo weak. I even had the urge to collapse on the side of the pathway and sleep there =.= Woah. I was really tired man. Okay even now im still tired AS HELL. But when you have insomnia, you cant sleep NO MATTER how tired and lethargic you are.

Now there is defintely a reason why I feel like shit now. Well that reason leads to me not having the "umph" to upload the rest of the pictures.

When one thinks of nothing but his or her problems, one slips away from the world and will slowly be drawn towards the fatigueness of giving up WHICH will eventually leads to giving up everything that he or she loves and treasures. And this is where the word "depression" sets in. One will sink into deep DEEP depression and he or she will be kept farther away from the world. After that, there is only one possibly "HUMANE" way for one to get out of this shit hole. Either stand up to everything or give up and give in, which will lead one to have TB because he or she has kept too much inside and as a result, it burns everything inside. Here is where he or she will have to choose between Fantasy and Reality. Either one stays in Fantasy and indulge oneself with obselte illusions and lies, keeps on denying the obvious. And that everything is in fact not true. Or face with reality and have one's heart battered and brusied. And keep on trying every single day to be rid of all those issues. He or she cries oneself to sleep every single day and take in all those dissonant emotions and keep it in. As a result, one gets sick and gets TB. One feels so empty and shrouded with sorrow that crying is the one solution that'll bring back the pea to the pod. One now has to choose, Fake faaake fantasy or bitter reality.

Day in and day out. All i could do is sit and think of nothing else BUT my issues. Peple say that I think too much. But does it help that I cannot do anything BUT think of them. I dont neglect them just like that. I made soo many mistakes and Im sure as ever that i really regretted of doing so. Everyday i pray that all of this was a lie and that i dont actually posses all of these so called issues. Everyday i pray that "that day" never happened and that everything was still perfect and my picture is still a whole. Everyday i pray that my life was a big lie so that I can change the truth. Everyday i pray that i dont have this sickness. Everyday i pray that i would be strong enough to overcome all of this shitholes.

Thank you yan for the ear :] I know that you have always been my punching bag and that no matter how bad my issues have become, you never stopped being my punching bag ( and i mean literally my punching bag, hahaha ) Thanks dude. At least I know that someone do apprectiate my presence in this damned planet. Your gf is one lucky babe :D And im lucky enough to be your un-related sister. hahahahah.

And everyday i pray that i will never stop thinking of you even though i know very well that you dont think of me at all;