Not writing anymore

I have 100 pages of reading and a report to write by tonight but I decided to come here instead because I suddenly felt like it. I miss something. I want to write beautiful things. But I can't.

Carry you home

Trouble is her only friend and he's back again.
Makes her body older than it really is.
She says it's high time she went away,
No one's got much to say in this town.
Trouble is the only way is down.
Down, down.

As strong as you were, tender you go.
I'm watching you breathing for the last time.
A song for your heart, but when it is quiet,
I know what it means and I'll carry you home.
I'll carry you home.

If she had wings she would fly away,
And another day God will give her some.
Trouble is the only way is down.
Down, down.

As strong as you were, tender you go.
I'm watching you breathing for the last time.
A song for your heart, but when it is quiet,
I know what it means and I'll carry you home.
I'll carry you home.

And they all want pretty in New York City tonight,
And someone's little girl was taken from the world tonight,
Under the Stars and Stripes.

As strong as you were, tender you go.
I'm watching you breathing for the last time.
A song for your heart, but when it is quiet,
I know what it means and I'll carry you home.
I'll carry you home.

"I have another interpretation. This song can actually tells about a girl who came to the States for something, let's say to find a job. But it could possibly because she was forced to. After she arrived here, what she's got is only trouble. For some unclear reason, this girl is going to die, and James promises her to bring her back to her country." - source (don't mind the grammar)


Before you attack me about being all pessimistic and accusing me of asking for bad things to happen - no I am not, I am merely attaching another song that I just realize...could be for me. So I googled for some interpretations of the song and tadahh... As far as the leaving issue goes, I am already approaching the acceptance stage and I am not in denial about it anymore (doesn't mean I'm any less sad). In fact I would write a proper post on it but it's taking too much time. Really, the best part about going to a famous place is the many songs written about it. Hahah.

Cheers to all the sad people in the world.

A quickie

I'm so tired of living

A short announcement

I have this sudden urge to puasa blog (abstain from blogging wtf as if I'm not doing enough of that already). Because I'm getting tired of myself, like I believe people are tired of me (although it's heavier on the latter because I still very much love my ways)

So this is me missing indefinitely.

(But who knows maybe I won't get to disappear at all maybe I'll get very emo tomorrow and come running to this blog ^^ or maybe I'll secretly open a new blog and write un/anonymously over there because I feel like it hmmm)

But I'm still going to upload vain pictures on Facebook.