1 09 2006


After several glasses of killerdrink with BB, my body feels so dry. Until I feel there isn’t any blood or brainjuice left in my veins that runs through my head. 

With all the low of this and that, I end up forgetting on how to forget about yesterday’s hug-less incident, Prozac, friends and also family that dressed in black.


Maybe its the taste of my blood. Yeah?

It taste so good. That’s why it went dry.

Don’t interrupt me. Be a friend. Just adapt my frequent complains.

Let me improve my sadness by crying.




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