my god, i hate my past. can't bear to read my primary school diary, can't come to terms with secondary school experiences and unable to relate to photos as recent as a year ago. finding it hard to believe i had done what i had been doing all along, and not looking forward to the future for fear of doing the inevitable. we never change... do we?
apologies to everyone whom i've negatively affected in any way or other since i plagued this silly world. and heartfelt thanks to those who made a difference in this kukunaden life of mine. especially my angel & guiding light vivi... if you came around any later in my life, god knows how i'd look like, sound like, act like, now, nearing the end of adolescence. yuck.
choose life.
because nothing after death could possibly be as bad...
