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

3 days late.

all that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.i love you.

2 days later.

it'll be the 15th.reservation's at 1pm,baby.and if you dont mind,may we put whatever happened behind us?i am dead tired.and im sure so are you.

take me back to the stars;





this love aint gonna be perfect;i know sometimes it's going to rain.

we havent been all that great now,have we?we have passed through so much due to our own egos and terrible petty thoughts.never would we have guessed that both of us would go through these phases together;at each other.i used to make you smile,no matter what i did or said.now i cant seem to do it.i used to make you laugh,no matter what i did or said.now i cant seem to do it.i used to make you sleep without holding anything against anybody.now i cant seem to do it.whatever i used to do,i am not able to anymore.and that frustrates the hell out of me.

i want to be the last person on your mind before bed and the first one that pops out when you wake.i want to be the one who holds you and tell you everything is going to turn out alright.i want to be that one person who gets to stroke you to sleep when nightmares strike.i want to be only one who gets to taste your kisses,caress your body.i want to be the one you lock fingers with.i want to be your other half,not your better half,just someone who fits.cause i know i cant compare to you.i want to be so much not cause im being paranoid.i just dont want us to slip.i dont want to tighten my grip not knowing that you have let go.i dont want to do this alone.i dont want to convince myself alone.i want you.i need you.i said it so many times i sound desperate,but i do.

you and i both know ive let my guard down.i should have a firmer hold of my own feet but i stripped myself cause i knew ive kept quiet for too long and you deserve to know.and since you already do,i dont see a point in shutting you out.so this is me.and it's all yours.

open book.





i am a disappointment.

nothing more.nothing less.

and that hurts,baby.





tell me what the fuck is wrong.

please,just tell me.

i need to fucking know before i lose my senses.





windows live messenger.

when i get bored i see what people's personal messages are.then i try to link them up.haha.it is kinda fun to do know.like when you have nothing else in your mind to binglebongle about.heh.so i linked

1.you belong with me with oh,so-not
2.i remember waiting with stupid
3.a little too much with independence and responsibility

the last one of course sounds perfectly fine.but the first two made me smile for abit.haha.my friends have the bestest personal messages.me likey.haha.and there was one i read but i didnt really want to ask about.im sure you people go through this,yes?ya.well just letting you know that comparison with someone else always pushes the right nerves for a pissed-off moment.but im always here to tell you that you are the greatest;brain beauty and all.and you should firmly believe that you are too.

the birds in my neighbourhood are have an all out meeting.they are by the window sills screeching thier voices out.determined to get their message across.i can hear them and this one in front of me has been screaming since the meeting started.i guess it has alot to say.maybe if i understood what it was,i could agree or disagree.but what do i know about birds.haha.oh and i dont see pigeons included.RACIST AH.hahaha.

the 74 year old is out with the boyf well not really but i dont know what to call them.hehehe.the HOT one has school.yea believe it or not.i dont know if the swings are here but when you want to,you know my number.im positively sure you do.im going out later for jyoti's birthday in which i have 5 hours to burn til then.so i should get a crystal ball that can tell me what to do.yes?

dad's sick.i hope he caught nothing serious.TSK.SHOO SICKBUG SHOO.

zomg.it is actually the MAY.please please let this be nice and smooth.please please.my butt is going to get sore if we go through more bumpy roads consecutively.will you rub my butt with sores-go-away oil?huh baby huh?hehe.either way,i love you.and if my butt is really going to get sore,i dont care.we are unstoppable babyyy.i'll figure out maths and econs for you too.haha.and we will rule the worlddd.haha.well okay not really.but we will travel the world.heh.and i'll never let you down.ever.

cause whenever it feels like slipping,we'll tighten our grip.