pls hire me. anyone..

i'll do anything for money....

haha.

caught ya. i am desperate but not desperate enough for money. i cant seem to get a fucking office job. i mean, i tot how hard could it be, right? right?! i'm going bonkers. dressing up for fucking nothing.

so why quit my previos job?

well, cos it's the same as selling my soul. i am no one. i am nothing there. i am supposed to lead but under a lot of pressure and restrictions. then why the fuck ask me to lead in the first place when they could have done it themseleves.

oh that's right. cos they don't want to have the bad rep that i've come to have. not that i fucking care anyway.

so stop asking me why i resigned the fucking job. there's your answer.

and stop asking abt the accident alrdy. it happened, it ended, i've healed. ur causing more trauma to me, u dumb assholes.

stupid mofos.

I'm supposed to be applying for loan appilcation but i don't know how the hell to do it. So here I am, back to square one.

A few hours more to go before everything blows up in my face. Feels like I'm back at square one again.

But i mean what i've said. So don't worry nat.

I may not be a Poet

Take the knife to my hand,
and let me do the destruction on my own,
I'll stab myself where it hurts most,
And rip it out of my aching heart.

I'll start something new,
I'll start forgetting you,
Something i never thought i could do,
Something i never knew.

I'll be a better person,
I'll pick up the pieces of my pride,
Never willi forget you,
Never will i remember you.

But i must move on, as you've said,
Because there's nothing left for me to hold on to,
I hope everything turns out great,
Now that i've surrendered and let you go...