it has been 2.5 years now that i have been studying in the Singapore Management University.

I am still me, and no longer me.

cringe. you. ouch.
battered.

Everything's changed. Everyone's different.

why do people walk into our lives only to leave?

i am exhausted from moving so quickly, keeping pace with what he, she, they, me are thinking.

tears. stuck. drown
numb.

self defense level 99. never fails to do its job.

there are 2 ways to kill a person. the fast and the slow way. when a life is cut short by a slit, a bullet hole - fast. a part of me dies slowly, each time a hope, painstakingly lit, is dashed buy non-performance/inaction.

parched throat. salty pillows. my company for what it seems like eternity.

awakened. abused to sleep. awakened. never sleeps again.
i'd rather to awake not again.

phone beeps another message from someone who's name & number's stored and never remembered. slow death.

drunk on melancholic happiness. bitter smiles.
simulated affections. chemically driven passions. pretentious loves. bulimic friendships. which has more toxic contents? give me more.

in the end. awake. unfeeling. duty.