head> :: OBVIOUS.
shanti.16.chindian.250290.
guitars.minorities.
black.red.white.
music.rock all the way.
domination not allowed.
___HATE___

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A DIFFERENT KIND OF PAIN.
ON A DIFFERENT TRACK.
DIG YOUR OWN GRAVE.
ALCOHOLIC.
DISAPPEARING WORLD
EVERY YOU. EVERY ME.
CRUEL INTENTIONS
THANK YOU FOR THE MEMORIES PART II
PRETTY;HANDSOME;AWKWARD.
THANK YOU FOR THE MEMORIES PART I

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THE EMPTY ANSWERS.

So you'll never have to see, what i've grown to be.

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school's starting tmr, with results bullshitting your day together with it as well. recharging my body with sleep & sleep. i have the whole of season 6 of gilmore girls but no sound is coming out, which is majorly annoying. i want to put the pictures in the frames but i have no idea how to fit some metal part of it in, which is, once again annoying as well. half my stuff unpacked, with the rest all strewn on the floor and im not the least bit bothered by it.

something is going on above me because it feels like the ceiling is going to come crashing down on me any minute. my heater and electric blanket are whats keeping me alive. ive yet to face the world, waiting outside for me. its funny how in spore i cant stay home for too long, like i need the urge to constantly go out and be busy with things. but over here, i love cooping myself up in my room.

my phone's credit is out and im just too lazy to go out and buy it. the close ones arent back yet, or in the midst of flying back.

may it all begin once again. i am never satisfied, and always confused.





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we´ve reaped the fruits of deception
opened the doors of perception
and burned down all the bridges we came across

One may think we're alright
But we need pills to sleep at night.
We need lies to make it through the day.
We're not ok.


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