time and time again sent to the corner to learn my lesson at times there is no lesson to learn just my older sister wanting me to stay out her way just another hour of boredom and hopelessness that’s when I realize that my world has change the walls closing in on me I could… Read More Nightmares Chapter 4: the corner of insanity
Nothing wrong with my internship, I’m just feeling restless. I’m not really doing much of design, I do mostly preparing stuff and I’m heavy on the production side. I only been here for 2 weeks and +2 days and I already feel like I been here long enough that I don’t even notice the awesome… Read More Internship …
Monday I had to leave early because I had to go to the councilor, after that it was ok. I didn’t do much, so nothing to say. Today, Tuesday, I got a call from my career adviser from my school and we talked about my internship. Yeah, I haven’t really done much on design since… Read More Internship Day 6
what is wrong with me everything and everyone around me is twist and turn to the point that I just scream there’s one light in a grey room all around me letters drips screaming what’s wrong with me ugly nothing worthless piece of crap no one cares just another mouth to feed everything I do… Read More Nightmares Chapter 3: The Blood On The Walls
My first memory the one that woke me into this world was the one that shock my soul into reality before I was just gliding through life but once this memory had started it changed my reality forever I was surrounded by dark and dead trees that raise to the sky where I was walking… Read More Nightmares Chapter 2: Voice and Dark Forest
This is just nothing special, just writing to write. Candy Meow TD bank or Citi Bank? Or is there a different bank that is interesting? I’m tired and just getting out the last ounce of brain energy before taking a bath before bed, I need to relax before the week of work begins. Tomorrow I… Read More Bla bla
Even though I do like keeping to myself, but sometimes some of my best writing comes from what’s causing me to feel. I don’t really talk much about my emotions, but I do write them a lot. My blog is like an open diary, just leaving out things that no one needs to know.
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