ive a bloody soft spot.
ive a bloody sensitive spot.
i often care, but i dont ask;
i often dislike, but i dont tell;
i often avoid, but i cant go far;
i often brood, but i cant solve;
i often hate cynicalism, but im growing fond of it.

so, i ive decided to stay away and let it go away ((:
thats called: H-Alienation ((:
well, i was wondering if you sometimes feel this way as well, public?

yea, so did i mention 'hows my day?' : bad.
i dislike doing art in school, alone;
fortunately, joanna's company makes me smile.
she mentioned that im one of those few that enjoy her jokes.
well, infact, i thought that its rather creative ((:
and a kind girl, she is.
ive been wondering how am i actually able to carry all those boards out, solely by myself,
which is not very possible.
but with her help,
she made my life so much easier. yep.
and when i reached home with all those boards,
i lied on the bed, pondering.
gwad, i cant believe this: i am brooding over the same old thing once again;
blimey, this is leaving me feeling sick and miserable;
thankyou, i love it.

well, art is always a nuisance, you see ((:

lastly, its QUESTION AND ANSWER hour:

what do pick-pockets/ thieves oftenly steal?

A full-time retard's heart that is filled with poor jealousy;
unfortunately, its already stolen, unknowingly.
bizarre; even after knowing it,
the innocent party still refuse to lodge a police report.
and ive thought about it.
may you please name them: The Fools.