empty

now that i know people (other than just someone’s insecure, immature, domineering girlfriend) read this (hi jimmy) here is a post on nothing in particular.

i love giving people awkward answers to inane (read annoying) comments. my favourite, which might contain some morbid undertones, is explaining why i’m in god’s name/the fuck/omg i’m listening to such a cina beng jay chaohai song.

the honest cross my heart and hope to die truth?

well, you can’t handle the truth.

inquisitive-minded people are welcome to seek the uncomfortable answer. you know my extension.

i gaze on your life in pictures
it’s so painful and shameful
i have to avert my eyes
they burn like my cheeks

if there was any way
you could take my hand
and we would pull each other out
of this mess

you innocent child
the only fault, naivete
the struggle with conscience
does not end in victory

the saving grace is the fact that you still have one at all