Memories - they can sometimes become vague and foggy and there are times when they disappear altogether.
Therefore, because there are many things I don't want to lose track of, I will record everything in here for the sake of those moments that should not be forgotten

Sunday, September 11, 2011


After all this time,
after being by your side and always looking after you,
I failed to make a place for myself deep within your heart.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011


I just think that some things are meant to be
broken,
imperfect,
chaotic.
It’s the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know?
There have to be a few holes in the road.
It’s how life is.

Monday, September 5, 2011


People can have lovers..they can have friends..they can be together..but when you think about it..you'll see that originally..we're "alone"

Every morning i get up and put on a fake smile...
but what if one morning i didn't?
Would anyone notice?

Saturday, September 3, 2011

I have lost faith in human perfectibility.
I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity.
Despite spending 6000 years of progress, Humans is now only more active...not more happy...nor more wise than he was 6000 years ago.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Regret comes in all shapes and sizes. Some small like when we do a bad thing for a good reason.
Some are bigger like when we let down a friend.
Some of us escape pain and regret by making the right choice.
Some of us have little time for regret because we’re looking forward.
Sometimes we have to fight to come to turn to forget the past and sometimes we bury our regret and promise to change our ways.
But our biggest regrets are not from the things we did but from the things we didn’t do, didn’t say that could save someone we care about... especially when we can see the dark storm decided their way.

Thursday, September 1, 2011


If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest, my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.