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The Despair.
Alors que le noir de la nuit m’enveloppe, je repense à ce qui s’est passé. Le vent forme une sorte de barrière autour de moi, comme pour me protéger. Je regarde derrière moi, et je le vois étendu au sol. Pour la première fois depuis longtemps, j’hésite. Je regarde le sang couler de mes mains. Je sais que je ne m’en sortirais pas aussi facilement la prochaine fois. Car je ne l’ai pas tué. Personne ne peut le tuer. Au mieux, on peut le fuir toute sa vie. J’ai décidé de me battre contre lui. Oui, je l’ai affronté. J’ai gagné. Mais il gagnera en puissance. Alors je vais tout faire pour gagner en puissance aussi. Et je le repousserais à chaque fois. Il ne m’aura pas.
#Devil
Story.
Last week in school I was told I had to write a story. It could be about anything. So I did. When I handed it in for the teacher to mark she read it and pulled me out of class to speak to me. She told me that my story is excellent apart from the bit where I killed off the main character in the end. She said for her it ruined it and it made her feel sad and it would be better if I changed it. But, if I hadn't of killed that character, the story would've been ten times longer and I wouldn't of been able to finish it when I did. So I changed nothing. When I was chosen to read my story out in front of the class, the class was gutted about the death of this certain character and the look of despair on their face was great. So great, I felt like having a cup of tea with John Green and Satan. The End.
Does actually someone loves me or cares for me a little or is there no reason left to live here?
Despite my love ,
I am no marrytr
Dont make out to be ,
I wont scarifice myself for anyone
Who cant do the same for me.
I hate it when...
I hate it when I have to get up early and go to work...
Which is 5 days a week...
Work sucks....
Pues aquí ~
Días antes de mi examen final de los finales -del semestre- (?)
Aleph: y qué tal le va con sus composiciones??
yo: meeeeh, tengo que hacerlas ahora, pero no.
Aleph: por qué no? XD
Yo: porque no
Aleph: ese no es un argumento valido xD
Yo: :C
Yo: porque estoy acá
Aleph: y qué hace acá? >:3
Yo: pues
Yo: pierdo el tiempo y las esperanzas ;D
Aleph: que buen combo! XD