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The Maker ;

JANICE
Wednesday, December 23, 2009

im sorry i am not good enough ,
im sorry to the fact that im always so unreasonable to you
im sorry for everything
im sorry for being sensitive ,
im sorry for being a bad girlfriend
im sorry for being sorry
im sorry for always being so mean
im sorry im not sensitive to your feelings
im sory that im just not like all that you need
im sorry i cant always be the way that you want me to be ,
im sorry that im just a bitch

im sorry for being me ,
im sorry for being so useless
im sorry for always making you cry
im sorry for chosing you
im sorry for making you mine
im sorry for making you love me
im sorry for just not being able to be the one that you thought i could
im sorry that i am just me
im sorry
im sorry
im sorry

i got nothing else to say
i realised that everytime i type a sorry
my heart aches
it wrenches in a funny manner
i really feel there's nothing left to say or do ,
im so lost i cant breathe anymore
sometimes i just wish maybe sometimes in this point of time maybe i can set things right
but right now it's too late ,
and im sorry cause i think im too late;

2:22 AM

letting the balloons go , when the strings that are holding on to it , may not seem like what it used to be ,
what may seem to be something that is so simple light and happy , may also come down like a huge wind of nothing .

every balloon has helium , it's flying and it's always high up in the sky , and once the wind starts to go away , it doesnt fly anymore , so what's the problem now , tell me ,
i didnt let this freaking balloon get out of air , i didnt make it not fly , i didnt make it like this ,
everything that is within that balloon is always out of reach and you cant touch it ,
so it's not always the fault of someone it's just always me me me mEJ|EDFTNELSFJsdl;zjfgsiopdj

I HATE MY LIFE ;

1:34 AM

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

love is a stupid thing that you just fall into ,
you just ride on it like a roller coaster and vomit after too .
it's fun and exciting at the beginning and it ends just with it .
then the horrifying parts come ,
& you wouldnt know what to do .

"first come love"
"second comes marriage"
"third comes blah blah with a fake baby carriage"

all this seems so misinterpreting ;

11:42 AM

Monday, November 23, 2009

i dont know why you think i dont know when youre doing things in front of me thinking that i dont know that youre doing it , but let me tell you something whatever youre doing i know that youre doing it , because it's damn obvious .enuj

7:36 AM

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

when i was 5 i remember , i was afraid of being dragged up early in the morning by my dad ,
because he would force me to learn math , memorise my time - tables , otherwise i will get whacked , & this would continue till im primary 3 , after that slowly , i got used to the whackings that my father gave me .

i remember when i was in secondary 2 , i didnt go for tuition , and just nice , he came with my mum and i decided to go after being an hour late , i remembered , it was in toa payoh kent ridge tuition , and he dragged me by my school uniform collar , and slapped me many times , tore my uniform in public .
yet i remembered , not crying ;

i remember when i was 16 he dragged me by my shirt into his room slapped me till i fell , and my nose started to bleed , and i ranaway from home .

there are many things that i am afraid of .
& sometimes it makes no sense ,
but darkness is what im most afraid of .
because you dad , you made my life , a living nightmare ;

7:29 PM

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

i think there are many a times when i think that i expect too much out of someone .
& sometimes i think i need to lower these expectations in order to be happy .
i dont like being this way , but i like things to turn out the way that I want it to turn out .
in life , sometimes the things that you do might affect the weirdest strangest feeling in someone ,
and you wouldnt even know why .
like right now and then , sometimes , example .
if youre out with your loved ones , and you want them to do something for you ,
but they either not do it , or they just say oh no luh they probably dont sell it , and of course i will get irritated because they are not doing anything to help ,

sometimes its not anything but im very sure you will feel the same way too if you were me ,
like if your nose was dripping andd then you asked your girlfriend to get you some tissues , and she just completely ignores you and carries on with her game after just saying "oh i dont think they sell it here" (without even checking mind you)
& of course I GET IRRITATED , but after that you just dont know then you keep asking me what .

argh ;
it's not anything but sometimes i think i better shut up & do things myself instead of asking someone else to do it .

& youre just lucky because i love you , and i just cant be bothered to argue ;

9:08 PM

Friday, October 30, 2009







these are the people keeping me sane , making me feel as if there's something worth living for ,
because you live , girls , my world , has twice as many stars in the sky , because you live , i live


b , sugar , sweetums , precious , sayang , cutiepie , sweetie , dearest , sweetheart LAST but not least ...

MYBAYBEEEE !(:

12:33 PM

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

there are tons of things in the world that when you look at it , you cant trust it , you cant realise it , you cant decipher it , but sometimes you would realise , it's better not to , this way , you wont get hurt , this way you wouldnt have to take sides , this way you wouldnt have to do things that you did , and realised that youve been wrong all along .

sometimes , alongside of life , you tend to do things that people wont be able to understand , but you feel when youve explained yourself , that explaination is just not going to make sense to everyone else , but yourself ;

then you will realise how ridiculous you will sound and look ;
so you wouldnt bother and just let the world misunderstand what youve been trying to do .

now tell me ,
how many times do you have to feel this way until someone really understands you to trust you that , whatever you do , you'd always do it for a reason .

3:45 PM