Potatoes are thrown away

Damn this ass,
I feel so bad.
I wanted to update,
But I just can't make.
Yeah. Make some crazy shit that some dude did.
Like how some niggers got their ass kicked.

I see how some people are deserted rotting away.
Like how some rotten potatoes are thrown away.
God damn it.
I'm bored.

I just wanted to update.
But I got bloody mental block now.
I'm sorry.
Good bye

I'm back.

Hello everybody
Coz I'm back here talking crap.
Oh wait a minute
It's not crap that I talk
Coz I talk some serious facts.

I just feel like venting everything out now.
But I just dun really want to hurt no one.
Everytime I close my eyes, my mind starts to think.
Like as if it's in automatic mode or something.
Fuck this automatic shit.
Just get me a semi-automatic shit.

I dun wanna think about all this stuffs that I always think.
For now I guess.
I dun wanna go around with stupid smile or laugh on my face
And all this seems so ingenuine.
I dun wanna start to hurt people when they really cross the line.
But seriously, I have no choice.

Give me a loaded Desert Eagle as my birthday gift.
And maybe my gift for myself would be something crazy.
A shot in the head, the neck or something.
All this is the only solution to my problems I think.

What I can only do now, all that I can rely on
I guess is but hatred and Satan's help.
Maybe hatred my make my days shorter.
And Satan would take my demons away,
Maybe along with me, coz I'm sick of living.

heck.

I now feel so cheated and just as duped.
I was right serious when I actually first asked you.
I was told one but now I know,
Your meaning deep down inside is but a two.

I bloody hate people who tell their lies,
Just to assure people their alright.
And you actually toyed my mind,
And now you're seeing me right there down and out.

When you wanna bloody lie to me next time,
I'm just simply asking you to take a pistol,
Load it, cock it and blast it through my brain.

I'm sick of this. Kill me. Mothafuckas.

I sit in front of my 22 inch.
Thinking of something that's suitable to type in.
Not too out, not too in.
Not too much of upset also not too happy a thing.

I try to keep everything within me,
But it seems that I can explode any minute.
I'm thinking of crushing myself,
But I want a gun.

I wanna put a bullet through my brain.
I wanna put my life to an end.
I wanna put up a notice.
I wanna put things to a stop.

I'm sick of my life.
Suicidal lines are so nice to me now.
Say that I'm feigning emo.
But frankly, I'm sick of that smiley face mask of mine.

I wanna stop joking.
I wanna show people how serious I can be.
I wanna let the whole world know that.
I wanna put an end to this.


P/S: I'm serious about this.

...

I think I will just keep them all bottled up.
I dun see the point of revealing anymore.
No more revelation from me.

number 148

I think I'm bleeding in the brain.
Coz it seems that my thoughts are all drained.
I really don't know if I should say,
But whenever I want to let it out,
Something's holding me up.

If only I had a little more courage,
If only I had a little more guts.
If only I had a little more effort,
If only I had a little more luck.

I totally hate this period of my life.
It's a total pain.
I know I'm the envy of many busy people.
But I'm totally sick of my monotony.

Will someone out there please help me?
What should I do next?
I know it clear that less than 10 people will be reading this,
But all I need is an answer.
Should I?
Or should I not?

Random

As I sit by the road and watch the cars,
They zoom pass me quick and fast.
Is it me or the world?
Because I just can't seem to catch up with time.

All I could do now is just sit and wait.
I'm seriously lost in this ever fast moving urban life.
All I wanted was to be moving as fast.
But I'm just seriously tired to move on now.

I make it a point to hang in there.
But my arms seem insecure.
I'm hanging on a cliff now,
And all I need is someone's helping hand.

:D

Okay. as long as that post? and not emo? fine.

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Happy?

Not happy?

Nevermind.

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Still not happy?

Okay.

More words are coming up.

I'm a very super happy man:D
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Long enough?

****

I'm fucking sick of constant dissing already
Fuck off.

Something's Wrong

So just what's wrong with me?
What's my condition of my body?
I've never really understand it,
But it just seems so creepy.

I dunno why I'm on this page,
Maybe my montony's eating me up.
I dun wanna blog.
And I'm really not interested in it.
But someway somehow,
I'm here typing the fuck outta me.

If I ever get something better to do.
I think I will quit this once and for good.
I'm running out of words.
And it's getting me crazy.
Ah fuck it.
The end is here.

It's mixed

I dun understand my class well.
Or maybe it's they who dun understand me well.
Hollering about crap people wouldn't want to hear.
Hollering about crap that'll make people so ill.

It's just revolting when you see things as it really is.
The used to have sound of joy and laughter.
Are all seemingly going down the killer.

Why have everyone went there own ways?
Where are the used to have unity?
What is there seperating us from each other?
How can we actually end up like this?

The usual good friends who walked around together,
Now we just do nothing with each other,
Except for maybe dissing each other.

I don't ever think anyone wanted it this way.
I don't ever think anyone did wish for this.
I don't ever think anyone tried to made it this way.
I don't ever think anyone caused all the diss.

Maybe it's just us,
Because we don't click as usual.
And we don't even bother.
But seriously, it's killing me.

I don't wanna give the fuck up.
I don't wanna give the fuck in.
I may someday just throw everything up.
But I don't anyone cares because it's just none of other's business.

fucked up

Why does it seems that things I do the right way,
Seems to me that it always end up on the wrong track?
It gives me such a bad impression that I never wanna do the same again.

They say that if there's a test you should've studied for it.
But fuck it. I swear I did study for my maths test.
And what happened in the end?
The paper was fucked up and killed my confidence.

1+1 is supposed to be 2 right?
But it just seems like.
When I write 2,
The right answer would be 3.

I can't blame anyone and that's what I know.
Maybe I only have myself to blame.
Somethings I dun really know
But I just dun wanna let go.







Okay. I swear I need a retest for maths and DnT. It's totally crap.
Damn. Why is it like this? Issit really the Murphy's law theory?
What can go wrong will go wrong?

hello

okay. i dun have anything to say. post. okay. i posted.

Sigh

Sometimes I just keep thinking.
Sometimes I just can't stop thinking.
I need someone's great enlightening.
Please get me out of my dwelling and I'll be saying words of thanks.

I sometimes really do feel like giving up.
But I sometimes don't know why I should keep up.
I'm seriously in need of someone's help.
To get me started on this big deal.

God damn it.
I feel like I'm hanging on the cliff.
My hands get tired and wants to release.
Please someone get over and help me.
To whack my hands with a rock,
Or at least give me a pull to get me back.

Sigh

Should I just give it up?

I dunno

Been busy and all for the past few days.
Having mental blocks for the past few weeks.
So sorry for the lack of post for the past few days.

Didn't have the inspiration to come up with a rhyme or two,
So i'm just gon' get down to some point of a low grade shit.
Or maybe something like it.

Just been thinking recently.
So much so for the distractions.
I'll need some help to get me to focus so things that need my attention will certainly be there with the biggest attraction.

I would give you the attitude that I've hidden,
If you ever get me bitten.
I will kick your ass.
If you ever come and get mine kicked.

People. Don't fuck with me.
And I will certainly leave you alone.

Oh hello?

Fuck. This shit is boring.
How can i ever stop my boredom.
As in stop let my self get more freedom.

Heck. I'm like a eagle kept in a room.
I waiting for the door to open.
So I can then finally fly on the random.

For once I feel so tied down.
I feel tired and tries to back down.
But I know I've to perservere and not duck down.

Number 136

He sees the chance and he's not letting up.
He'll never ever again let the chance run.
He needs strength, support and luck.
To capture everything that's useful for him in the long run.

But God knows if he can do it.
For any mistake is gon' be costly.
He got no room for that shit.
If he wants to survive this.

He gon' push all the way.
And try to do what's best.
Never giving up nor reversing.
And that's the spirit living in him.

Oh hello.

Sup people. This gon' be my 135th post.
It's been thru coldhater.bs/ in-hot-water.bs/ drink-whiskey.bs.
And now. it's the same damn fuck the planet.

God damn it. I'm suddenly feeling so high.
Most importantly, I dun even know why.

Someone help me please.
Help me from my state.
Before I start dancing.
Yeah. Dancing out in the streets.

I feel as though I just took two dose of ecstacy.
And I'm high like fuck.
I just feel like screaming my head and whack some butt.

God damn. For those who wants to help but can't.
Sorry but thanks.
For you know that I'm just kidding!

WAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Damn. I gon' kill you.

God damn it. This is just simply fucked up.
Why am I always placed in front?
Like what the fuck.

Am I that bloody short?
Can you explain why?
Why do people shorter than me,
GET TO SIT BEHIND ME AND I'M ALWAYS STUCK IN FRONT?!

FUCK THIS ARRANGEMENT!
I'M BLOODY UNHAPPY!
I DUN EVEN CARE IF THIS WORDS DO RHYME ANYMORE
COZ IN MY HEART, ALL I KNOW IS THAT.
I HATE YOU.

GOD DAMN IT. I'M SO PISSED THAT I DUNNO
I DUNNO WHAT TO SAY. BUT THSI NARROWED MY VOCABULARY
DOWN TO TWO WORDS. AND THAT IS
FUCK YOU!