very random

since no one ever read my blog (ex: my bf dont care about reading and i doubt he can read at all and anyway he can memorize my blog name) i can write whatever i want hihihi (scary laugh) 

so why shouldnt i write all the common thoughts i had and never wanted to share???

Well, gue nga pernah bilang ya gue bakat di apa2, which is true and i blame God and my parents for that. anyways, people told me i used to write things and they like it and they cry reading it. Hmm i dont remember, all i remember was a scene in my boring life 8 years ago where i throw up a book (apparently full of writings) in the full-of-unhuman-things-cellar. and i remember to pray the rats would get it.

So what did i throw back then? was it the only thing i could do?

Seems like i lose everything with it

Seems like a curse, the curse of the hurt writing book.

I really really have to stop talking about myself and start to make people happy like i used to do, well i used to fake.

I wonder how to unfollow blogs,

arinda