I feel ugly. I look ugly. I am ugly. My esteem's just keep going downhill and I'm forcing myself to feel alright, to look alright, TO BE ALRIGHT for the sake of everyone else!

IN GOD I TRUST; IN EVERYONE ELSE I DON'T.

Do whatever it is you feel like doing, and don't bother to explain, really... I don't need to see or hear to know and believe me, I rather NOT know.

I'm very much disappointed in myself, really... to think that I could have change this boy, who is still stuck in his own past while I'm struggling to keep from drowning in mine.

I was wrong to think I was Superman. I was wrong to think I could save the world, change the world, whatever. I WAS WRONG.

She knew all along that curiosity kills the cat. But sadly, the cat didn't die. She did, many times over.

I guess people just don't see how hard it is for me, to pretend nothing ever happen when there's a million diseased thoughts in my head, trying to force themselves out of my mouth that refused to open up and speak.

It was hard walking through that place... really hard. I kept looking down, cause the moment I looked up, there's always something that will turn on the waterworks.

Not that I wanted to, but I had no choice, because no matter where I turn... I'm always haunted.

If my existence annoy you like hell, then why can't the hell you leave me alone?!