I'm telling myself this is nothing but temporary.
I'm telling myself I am strong.
I'm telling myself, just go to sleep.


EmoX. Again and again and again.
It's ironic how sometimes people get emo as nobody cares about them and when they get emo, they want to be alone. It's been a hell long of a time since I have felt this way, and I don't like it I tell you. Right into your face.
I am not prissy sissy. Neither am I jelly.

And I can't forget that. So how am I suppose to accept this. Difference of 3 days. So much?
Nobody but myself would understand this. Writing is my way of making myself feel better. However, it isn't doing it's job this time round. Slacking? Joker. Smack.
I wonder when I realised that writing is my way of venting my stress, my frustrations and my sorrows. I started with songs, I guess.
I kept writing and writing, song after song. Now, they're hidden somewhere in my heart. Right at the bottom. (After I tore the songs up one by one) Regret. How much time I spent writing those songs, I don't know. But it makes me feel better. Much, much better.

The conclusion is that you should make me sad and emo if you want me to write a song and dedicate it to you. :D

It's a wonder that I am still able to smile after this.
Mocking. What a joke.


I seriously need to talk to someone, now.




Kimberlyn doesn't have any touching stories or heartwarming tales to be told. All she has is herself, and her heart. Currently written a prologue, and is still waiting for the first chapter to be started. The epilogue might never be written.
Kimberlyn is an individual, not to be mixed with others. There is no way a new character can come in so late in the story. I doubt so.
Kimberlyn is quite an optimistic girl whom is hard to fathom. Facade, Peusdo, Fake. Relates to her. She has to protect herself, not letting her guard down at any time.
Kimberlyn needs a hand. A body. A ear. A mind. A heart. A mouth. And maybe, a shoulder. Soon. Soon I guess. She requires a lot.

Applicants, apply at risk. Beware of danger.