At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Tuesday, April 20
Last blogged @ 6:16 PM

Life is unfair. Never I wish to continue my life.
Seriously. I want to commit suicide if I could.
It is an onerous to actually accept what is happening
in my life and forgetting people who made a hard
impact in my life.

When I started to appreciate them, or even love
them, they will start their shit towards me.

Whats all this?
I don't get it. Maybe, its Karma.

I don't want to talk about it.
:/

k. bye.


When my phone rings, I thought
it was you but it wasn't.