worthless wordless

i met a girl

another angel of my life

my life

is just as blank as the post

believe it or onot?

是真的无所谓吗？

我真的可以无所谓吗？

每天假装无所谓的样子

真的能让我躲开现实吗？

我是可以真的这样子吗？

我的心魔

又何时能放过我呢？
想透过工作

来逃避所有的这一切

想

认识新的朋友

适应新的环境

可却越是逃避

心魔越是在内心深处

汹涌地沸腾

这样 无所谓吗？

慢慢地

我变成了

我心中魔鬼的傀儡

任它摆布着我的潜意识

近乎残废的心灵

已差不多被心魔占居了

我 还是可以不当一回事

这样 无所谓吗？

无助地眺望着

心魔在搞鬼

a smile

a smile, that would satisfied me.
a laughter, is enough for a tiring day.

I've learned to smile
I've learned to serve
I've learned.

I've shared.
Many things.
from my family to my hobby
and even love.

I've smiled, too.
I started to enjoy the new environment.

I

scare to touch it again.

Self-controlling.

confession of an outrovert

I am here again. Yup. I think you would be probably guessing in front of your desktop, I am gonna emo again, write some bombastic nonsenses. Well, your sixth couldn't be much wrong this time. =p

I am gonna confess to the world, that I hate playboy and those so called flower hearted, as in direct translation from chinese. Yet, ironically, I am one of them. I enjoy being cared, loved and those hidden admiring feeling found deep inside everyone's bottom heart. Slowly, I am turning into what I, myself hate the most. Irresponsible jerked bastard.

I enjoy, most of the social activities. I like mixing up with different group, races, religion, nation of people. I do feel a little proud of myself for being not too shy with stranger, with condition. And that, makes me feel that I have a lot of choice. Most probably the whole thing is caused by my childish. Why would such thought appear in my mind?

I promise myself, not to step into such thing anymore. Not before I could even trust myself. Friends, is what I need the most now. Help me and save me from demonic-evil devil. I am trying to find exit to gateway of light. I couldn't help myself other than just getting myself deeper and deeper into the quicksand. Seriously, I am not o-k-a-y.

So, I guess it's time. For me to confess to my friends and my blog stalkers. I wanna ask, at this point, is that a normal phenomenon or it just simply disastrous to be such kind of person?

I still love 99.99% of myself.
but when it comes to L.O.V.E
I hate the another 0.01% of myself.