Ezraviticus

life so unpredictable life full of regret reminiscing past full of broken promises screwed up mind lifeless stomach babbling eyes

its so hard to mingle in this world so cruel i wanted to giggle but im like a car with no fuel i smile in winter i frown at summer unhappy forever is there an everafter?

Elem. reunion..Ü : "this album contains the phots of lei.drin.jen.erv.pau.ray.niese and kelvz..:D"

This message was not intended for her but she smiled. I can't express it but it was destined to be read. She knows that i don't like her But she is still my mother I wanted to bring back the old times But the real me would vanish Which is healthier: a real life, or an old life? Her precious day is a nightmare to me I can't show my care for her. I don't want... I would like to. I just showed her how much i love her I hid these thoughts because for her I'm weird. A good-for-nothing creature. So I felt like an open book by that message What am I goin' to do?? Should I accept it or deny these thoughts??:(

i was intimidated by these fools. i look like an idiot to them i feel like i really do not belong now I'm asking myself, what's wrong? What's wrong with me? Or, what's with them? Why did I start this sort of competition? Maybe I should find ways to shine Maybe I should find ways to defeat them. Being envious by their excellence is my inspiration. Should I continue? Would I accept my defeat?

As I can see it, I don’t want to trust anyone anymore. They’re not worth it to be trusted. They’re the spoilers of my life. They wanted to act like they know everything about me. But they never knew me. Sometimes they tend to say I’m not real. For them I’m not… But I am. I am real I am not a fool. I have feelings. Feelings of hatred and hurt I am not the one who is so demure But I am a woman and I’m sure I am not a whore. I am not girlish but I was never a slut.

That marigold made me wonder why our conversation started; And I even remembered how you colored it's life. After that I saw the hidden beauty of the flower that used to be so pale. You made this bloom and dazzle in above any other flower. The only difference in other marigolds is that it has thorns. I’m glad that you were not torn by these blades. I’d say that you’re the best gardener in this life. And so I started to not stop this sweet conversation. We were both in Grade two when you have told me. The manner on how you paint the color of the flower is the key. I can barely say that you’re my first ever mentor in the field of arts. You became the inspiration why I used to find myself painting. But you left me without giving you my masterpiece. When that day started, the marigold eventually got dry. At the same time I started painting black roses as the symbol for the lost one. This time my roses have no thorns to hurt your white ski...

he's so sweet towards her...he's so damn sweet.. And I feel so jealous.. I'm still wishing he's the one beside me. And I could also feel that she also loves him.. This hopelessness kills me

“You’re still the one who killed her! It’s the fault of your desire to kill my father!” “What have you just say? You treated that man as your father who stole your mother from me?!” There’s a man with his arms tied; He’s facing the cruelty of life. He knows what’s good and evil, But they still accuse him to be guilty. “I’m not guilty.” He said with a strong voice. In those words there is assurance. And in his eyes were torn by the knife of life. “My son I’m not the one who killed her! Could you just stop this blather?” His son just weeps and insisted that he’s the one. His father killed his own mom. His life went so miserable. He knows he’s facing is a huge problem He believes that he’s a liar in front of him. That man proved his innocence. The son felt so angry with him. Cried too much and started blaming his father. Then the fight started again. The son forced his own dad to tell the truth. “I was just drunk. I don’t know what I’m doing I saw him with another man And the other man is...