thoughts.

why is my mind flooded with thoughts i shouldn't be having? it's as if i live off being hurt.

love.

looks are deceiving. you're fucked. and so am i, i guess. maybe that's why we get along so well?

do i use the word "love" too often? i would say so. but i have a lot of love too share. different levels of love of course. the ones i really love the most know who they are. they're the ones i don't need to tell every single time i see them. i don't need you on my wall to know that you're in my heart. but i guess a reminder doesn't do anyone harm right?

i'm better! :D looks like i'm going to have to get a bit messyyy. but less busy. business is impure. and we don't want that do we? :)

- r

go.

so i've been thinking. and realise. in your life, i don't have much significance. maybe i should just leave before i'm left.

don't assume.

people call me materialistic like it's a bad thing.
this is why money makes me happy:
- cars don't take me for a ride, i ride them
- prices don't lie
- i like what i see, i get what i like
- my heart breaks only when my bank account does
- things i buy will stay with me as long as i want them to

everyone is materialistic, everyone has their price,
people just don't realise what kind of 'price' this is.
please don't flatter yourself by trying to deny it.
i admit, i have a price. what is it?
it doesn't matter, you couldn't afford me anyway.
hint: i really don't care how deep your pocket is.

- jae.

one.

why does it still hurt when i don't see what they do?

- r

insomnia.

i think i should stop turning superhuman on the weekends, my body clock is completely messed up, it seems to be having trouble differentiating between night and day. in bed by 9:45pm, didn't notice when 11 came around, no idea when i actually fell asleep, woke up at 1 for an unknown reason and couldn't get back to sleep tt" laid in bed till 4:30am and decided to just wake up since the sun was rising anyway, i'll sleep during the day. hopefully i can wake up for work. what the hell is wrong with me?

sigh, i fail at hibernating. why am i such a tool?

- jae.

distraction.

it's gotten to the point where there's too much to sort out that my head feels like exploding. i don't know if what i feel is sincere or just me trying to force it to fool everyone around me. it's pretty tiring hey. i need something to entertain me, distract me. anything. or maybe i just need you?

i'm sick. fml.

- r