the lies to what i knew, it's a simple perception to just what it was there all along. i look at it knowing it would be there like jaws and just waiting for me to dip my heart long enough in the salty sea for it to rip it out.

it was all that i could have said, "so long and good night". she could hear me , yes. but rather than just simply respond with a touch of light, she broke me down with a simple laughter. a faint sound that just push me down and dwell me away to again, a simple dramatic boy.

there's a pain and place for everything. i feel i've done enough to felt through all of it. from yesterday til now, my mood's never ever gonna change. i'll keep on looking for heartbreak through blood and innocence until i puke myself to death with it. give me a map of the world and i'll mark each spot with a valentines day cross to show where i've been.

i'll never listen to advices or worst my tiny liltle voice to salvage what liltle pride i have myself to begin with just because, i can just walk away and go "oh well". i like falling, i like drowning, i so like slashing my wrist even more than i love to walk and gaze at how well the night is forming itself to judge me.

the month's don't matter to me, only the days and seconds that tick away from me. everybody just say to me to walk away, to avoid it but i like to retrace my steps just to make my mind be alive. all i need is just a reaction. is it too much to ask for just a distraction? say you walking, is it too much too just wonder who is that that's never beside me holding on to my bleeding hand?

as much as i like to write, just like the winter, i feel like i'm beginning to die from all this exhaustion. the repetition of everything, doesn't that make anybody who reads me bored?
clinch their fist and just punch me into another world where angels and demons do not exist.

i'm sorry if i'm boring. so what have you realize about your life today?

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

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