.//cheryl-ann-
the beautiful disaster, hopelessly and recklessly needing the boy. giving this her all, the last semblance of trust left within. this is imperfection perfected, in her heart

[[she drowns in her dreams. an exquisite extreme, she knows. she's as damned as she seems, and more heaven than a heart could hold
she's soft to the touch. but frayed at the end, she breaks. she's never enough, and still she's more than one can take]]




.escapism
benji ching<3 daph epicurean marcus koh mel tan nana song xia yanqi eddie hui min junz michelle peiying sam terence* weihui annabelle anthony asher ashley belinda dunstan grace jingyi nikki adeline<3 ashley aurelia(: brian cheryl<3 cheryl ong eileen huimin izzie jamie jas<3 jia ker<3 marc mirah noven pearlyn ron rach rui sha shane theresa<3 wanling wyn yanxi val<3

.the dark room

.triggered. 051404 052504 052904 "Ride Of Our Lives" tuition peeps school Odds and Ends Canada 2004 HIStoryMakers5!! Choir :)) hangin' and chillin' sevens'05 day 1 sevens'05 day 2 May 22. 2005 Trinity Camp at Rawson St Kilda Masquerade Ball


.haunted past

May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005

October 29, 2004

I don't get why I do it. But yes. It is nice.
The blood running down your arm. Watching the little bubbles form as the veins slowly split open. And when you run your hand over the cuts, splitting them open more. The feeling - sensational. You want it not to stop. And when the feeling finally subsides, all that remains is a void. Right when you feel that void, you drizzle alcohol over the cuts, like the drizzle of tears from your eyes. A million ants running up your arm. You lie slumped on your bed and with tears in your eyes, just smile. For that moment or two, you're where you always wanted to be! You wish you could go on feeling like that, but NO! Even your escape's too good to be true. The pain subsides, the emotions resurface and all you feel is self hatred and heartache. So you repeat that cycle over and over. Till your arm's so covered with cuts, you head to your ankles and thighs. And since you can't trust any friend for long, you change your friends often. From a small papercutter, to a bigger razor to a swiss army knife. Then you go in search of bigger, better friends! It becomes your crack. Your addiction. And a perpetual reminder of your sorry state!


+..all cried out..+ . [11:01 PM