when everything else fails,
prunes, i promise i'd still be here for you (:

at the rate of my uncontrollable lavish spendings, my atm is plausibly dry and empty now. stupid karan was sniggering at my bank balance. ASSHOLE.

i wanna let out a bitter diatribe against this particular person
yet, im kinda stumped.

i try to convince myself it doesn't bother me
pass it off facetiously, as though i couldn't care less,
what more with friends and all by my side
yet
glum thoughts intercede my mind helplessly, from time to time
plunging me into a whirl of dismal.

oh well.
i think i've accumulated sufficient case studies
to account for my lackadaisical attitude towards trust.
i think i'd go with doubt, paranoia.
yea, tiresome it may be. fuck it, at least i won't have to go throught this shit again.

at the rate i'm frowning,
i'll look like a bulldog at 30. :(

LIT ESSAY LIT ESSAY LIT ESSAY!
bye world! (: