giving out presents

it almost 4 in the morning.actually it wasnt me who wrote this.it was my walking soul.okay enough.im staying up alone now.

im sick of myself.im sick of this environment.
reminding myself that i have REAL AS next week made me choking with air.


picking from Belle; 'kita akan jumpa 3 batch budak KITT baru kte fly,'


it's painfully true.