Tuesday, January 17, 2006
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i really have nothin' to write abt my life. but i'll try,
i tried.
i bought 3 hello panda: 2 strawberries, 1 milk. and nachos as in the tibist pack, peanut butter waffer and cheese and ham sandwichs.
i think i'm just destroyin' myself literally with my own hands. all those junkies i consume,.. man defintely gonna take a
BIGG TOLL on me. and its CNY soon.and i'm stuck here. ORH, lord help me. hey ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING IN THE FIRST PLACE. =(
pretty borin' lessons today, except for the joking part of MR G POI. things are pretty shitty. so during maths lesson, i took up drawin. was practically blasting songs into my ears while i move my brushes to the groove (yea right!).so here it is :
drew everythin' within the first hour, and spent the next hour writin' down lyricses of songs. self entertainin huh.
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lyrics,
be my escape -
relient k-----------------------------------------
I’ve given up on giving up slowly
I’m blending in so you won’t even know me
Apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention
It’s my one last shot at redemption
Cause I know to live you must give your life away
And I’ve been housing all this doubt
and insecurity
And I’ve been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out
And that might be the death of me
And even though there’s no way of knowing
Where to go
I promise I’m going because…
I gotta get out of here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get out of here
And I’m begging you, I’m begging you, I’m begging you to be my escape
I’ve given up on doing this alone now
Guess I failed and I’m ready to be shown out
You told me the way and now I’m trying to get there
And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt
and insecurity
And I’ve been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out
And that might be the death of me
And even though there’s no way of knowing
Where to go
I promise I’m going because…
I gotta get out of here
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake (yeah)
I gotta get out of here
And I’m begging you, I’m begging you, I’m begging you to be my escape
I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self-detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for you to do what you can with me
But I can’t ask you to give what you already gave.
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt
and insecurity.
RECALL.........
yesterday night was just another lonngggg night for me, how i wish i could just pick up that book and do some studying.
i was listening to (on the way down- ryan cabrera) and was wonderin what's does it really look like when you're on your way down. so i decided to take a peep out. orh becareful when you try to take a glance too, kinda dangerous =)
hahas. half of my body was out and my legs was holding on to the edge of the table(table against the wall)
w-kIong|3:50 PM|
i'm who i want to be.love drugs,
andrenaline my choice of dope,
shoot it up ma vein.
