theme: seether, 6 gun quota

my application to the university got rejected. i'm not depressed, just pissed. mad , wishing it was not the start but the fucking hell end of it. after another year of shit that i've lived through, it seems a new just one seem to be unfolding itself. next time, i'll make sure to kill myself.

dump by a girl, befriended some jerks, and now this. i can't seem to laugh this one off. i guess some people are just born lucky. some well are just how should i put it in a good way, destined to not shine.

it all makes sense now. i was born to be this way. miserable but yet always able to stand through it. not even cracking bout it but just remain silent and dozed off like there's a another new thing to bring my walls down again and again and again.

now those that know bout it seem to think i'm a fake. others, just lost their respect for me. then again i think i do deserved some penance for it. my oh my, how my family's ties with me seem to just drop down and explode on me every year. my parents, well their not talking to me anymore. after a long conversation on their phone, they decide that from now on i should be alone and do things for myself. no more will they come and check on me, no more will they ask bout my where abouts, and no more will they ponder what am i currently doing. i'm a cast off anyways. why should they care, they're better off just spending their time on my other siblings. making sure they don't end up like me. i know they will, i train them well. they won't get addicted to any of my unlucky streak. it's ok. at least i can rest well knowing they'll be able to take care of themselves.

sorry gal, but sometimes promises are meant to be broken. the same can be said bout the other promises others has done to me but always fail and fail to do so. you can't change who i am or what am i supposed to be. maybe your assumptions bout me weren't that right on the mark, but it's ok. i'll be fine. living my live at the edge of a gun.

Hi,my name is Garrz. some would call me me G where others choose to be formal and just call me by my surname. this blog is a recollection of my life and my undecided other soul. while it may seem to be suicidal in a glance, it is just an explicit form of expression of myself against the typical world. i AM a banana and i do LOVE sad pandas. contact can be made towards ybgarr@gmail.com

My Side Project /Zihan/ Parishna/Ryan

Software Used:Adobe Photoshop
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