DEAD.
or
DIEDED.
whichever suits your fancy.
i find twitter a much simpler place to talk some shit.
so until i have some mood, if any, to post something significant on this blog, this will remain the way it is.
laters.
to perform less well than (another of its kind, a general average, etc.) or less well than expected |
so you can put the blame on me aite.
well whatever it is doesn't matter no more to me.
right now, all i can do is just...smile :)
"...what it meant to be / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when i tried so hard;
and got so far; but in the end; it doesn't even matter..."
yes, i cut my damn hair. my hair. my maire. mauneh!!
when i wake up i'm supposed to see some messed up bitch in the mirror. but no. i see...WHAT?! where ma fro' maannnn?!
it's so bad, that even when i walk alone i'll be thinking, "who the fuck is behind me? oh wait, it's MY shadow." -.-
seriously, i can't anyone passing by a mirror and not recognizing that motherfucker-you-supposed-to-see-in-a-mirror.