it’s amazing how a tub of ice cream can lift one’s spirit and crushes you later. the aftermath – i looked into the mirror and see a girl that has gone through too many tubs of ice cream and unhappiness.

everyone says im on the young side. i merely refused to grow up. not into this sickeningly world where everyone put on their false smiles and try to survive by pushing their pain on others. i don’t blame them. i want to disappear.

clothers worn, shoes torn

i walk with my head down

i’m not looking for money

im not looking at someone’s butt

shoulders slouch, sweat beading my forehead

fingers numb and i try to move away

from the cuts on my hand

how much more till i reach home?

how much more till death beckons?

i can’t wait

p.s.  im off for more ice cream

There is always death and taxes, however death doesn’t get worse every year

lonelymyfriend frm SG