Hell of small words.

I am losing to depression again.
Again thinking about dying. About the end.
Every day. All the time.
Hell of small words.
All my fault. Every time. Of everything.
Blame. Little words. Little sarcasms. Years.
About the end.

I was

I was making a social awareness video in Hong Kong.
It appeared to be amusing.
Was exhausting not amusing.
Actress is great, such a pity.
Outcome, oh well.

Oh well weird world.

Hey.
Welcome back stranger, how are you doing, thank you for visiting.
The end.

PS>
(makes no sense when you are the only person that uses masking proxy to read this...it's quite obvious of who you are..just so you know :/)

The

So what now, say you.
I don't really know,
I don't.
But I am enjoying this uncertainty.

Tequila

Watching pathetic reruns of Friends, sipping tequila I feel seconds of countdown to the end. Alone. Peaceful. Hopeless.

No human.

I'm feeling lonely.
Terribly lonely, like never before.

.

Easter.

Ruined. This time I can almost physically feel it is a bad omen. I feel completely uprooted and cast into pit with dirt and the recycled boxes with the imitation of life inside.

"Easter is meant to be a symbol of hope, renewal, and new life."

A wish.

Maybe tonight is the night, the night I won't wake up.

皆　会いたい人がいる　皆　待っている人がいる 

会いたい人がいるのなら　それを待っている人がいる 

いつでも 

2013

Happy new year you crazy world!

make me drunk.(fish)

.

To fly

to be high

to see more

to feel unconditionally

to moan

make

me

drunk.







.

No more.

no more feeds

no more "anonymous" comments

No more randomness

I can start all over.