my life's on page 17 now currently.
a page full of smudged ink, poisonous ink.

gossips are full of personal opinions.
and when they get passed around, somehow
they become FACTS.

poisonous.
POISONOUS.
POISONOUS!!!

my mind's a blank, with pieces of random ideas swimming around, like rubbish in the greentea and milo flavoured canal.

i'm starting to feel disgusted by myself. and wonder how did i get myself into this position today. with THESE kinda problems.



time to lock kaiting up in a box.
byebye.