lemau,

staring at the big box, and finding appropriate words to utter here could a long hour journey. i had few drafts lamenting about the same issue, the angst that i had, that i couldnt easily talk to anyone, or any secrets that i had sorta therapeutic for me. a good one :) heh?

im not defying whatever God has written for me, I mean, He knows best what He plans for me, though sometimes, i wonder if its a mistake by giving me all these mess, but hey He knows best aite?

i wasnt the favorite, the least favorite or better off to say, takde pun takpe. or maybe my existence rather to be meaningless. maybe.

i dun really care about my unresolved childhood issue. because, i do realised i'm not the angle, neither the pure devil.

I think, i dun really have the charm. flaws due to many heart-broken-ing  images, delusive or maybe pure evil breed running to my blood stream succumb to believe, im just another redundant bred.

well, im not whining just saying. 

well well, because you havent seen the rest of your kids on how they are behaving. oh well i dun really care anymore. did you know you make me hate myself more and more. 

anyway who cares aite?

so to say, :)