scrawls.
travelling I always stop at exits
wondering if I'll stay
young and restless
living this way I stress less
i want to pull away
when the dream dies
the pain sets it and I don't cry
i only feel gravity and
I wonder why

and the sun was wondering if
it should stay away
for a day until the feeling went away
and the clouds were dropping and the
the rain forgot how to
bring salvation
the dogs were whistling a new tune
barking at the new moon
hoping it would come soon
so that they could die
- nelly furtado

my orphical identity.
melissa
171186
leave.
doll.

scawls on my skin.


20031025
today this girl went to the beach.it had no sun.wasted my spray.i hate banglas.not racial descrimination.but that they are farking ji koh peks.bastard hit the ball on my back then hit it on my butt.n had the farking cheek to pick it up from there.disgusting fingers.mr huang and big lard r so loving.i see love.but from today i choose to swear off it.or keep it for one.the hurt from it is overbearing and i m too weak and tird.it can stay there.stay aside.right now i don't wanna see it.anyway.i wish i were emotionless sometimes.most of the times.larf when i really am happy and not when i have to.enough.so far i have nothing really,to be happy about.o wtf.as if it's the first time.

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