i am a 2 year old addict.
i take pictures with my eyes.
my beating muscle is co-owned.
and if found,do call.

i dont know what's wrong.why let that one person affect you so much?i really dont get it.out of everybody.im clueless,im pissed,im angry,im mad,im confused,im lifeless.so what else do you want to give me?

ive painted so many beautiful pictures of my life.but you know life's not all about hahas and hehes.i try to talk to you about the hardships i go through but i always think again.cause one way or the other,i know we'll argue about it.that doesnt help.

i owe you so much.i didnt expect such a turn.i guess we dont know each other like we thought.well here you go.

everytime dad comes home,it's close to midnight.mum's not happy.who would.brother's at work or out.i stay up til dad comes home so i can accompany him sometimes i wake mum up cause she wants to eat with him.then i hear about what dad has to go through at work.it's not a nice picture and considering he's working in jurong,i know he's beat.he works everyday without an off and i dont know why.i know coming home late and working everyday has caused a glitch in my parents relationship.but they're working it out.that im thankful.i love it when dad calls mum and she still calls him sayang.

abang is infatuated with a girl who's engaged.i dont know what's going to happen to that.sometimes he brings her home and i just shake it off my mind to what they do.she's nice though.we've talked.but she's someone else's.

when im home,im scared.im scared of mum's paranoia,dad's temper and brother's recklessness.i dont need anymore.

please tina.i dont ask you much.just drop it.

let's get transparent.