i was staring at my room for quite a while now.
and i was just thinking of getting big frames from ikea to frame up my class photos, in neat silver angular frames, maybe i would hang little christmas bulbs about them, so they twinkle and reflect on the frames. im bored, really.

technology is getting so advance that now memories fade faster than photographs, i thought it used to be the other way round.
and if this explains lomo, i forgive them abit.

after so long i think ive learnt a teeny weeny bit, that things in life is really just pretty much short-lived and there's nothing much about it. its not exactly a bad thing because this shows sorrow is shortlived as well as happiness. so even if we cant be happy, we dont stay sad for very long. ive been wondering about it since the day ive received dionne's message, or rather a few more days before that.
well, i havent gotten an answer, but at least i feel ready to turn seventeen.

i have a bunch of people telling me i look forward too much. and a bunch of people telling me that i look back too much. they are both right, because. i never ever look at the present. explains.

ive decided to think about my art concept in just awhile.

there are so many people out there in need of comforting, and out of so many, there are so many that i really care about. but im not doing anything, and it makes me feel like shit.
my heart is closed for now, its really not listening, it really doesnt want to listen.

i hate myself for this.
very much.