Imprisoned.. In heaven

Packing my bags. Wondering if those words hold sense at all. I rather die young when my flame burns the brightest and when my voice sings the loudest but it's true isn't it. For after that. We are just coals, coals to feed the next flame to burn it's brightest 

I'm trash afterall. Always knew it. Always

To a certain extent, I miss being the boy who never was 

Turning 24 with strikes and maybe a burger 

wish i could go back to the days, before i had everything, when more than anything in the world, i hungered to be recognized and succesful. When i would do about anything for that little bit of progress. i wanna return there

Summer of 2015 has truly been an awesome one, but I'm not really sad that it's ending. Like all things, don't be sad that it's over, be happy they happened. Sea games was a dream, a moment etched so deeply and cherished so fondly but it wouldn't be as precious as it is if it wasn't as hard to come by and as rare an opportunity. Had a blast at socsi camp too, meeting new freshies and fellow facis and most importantly making new friends. Makes me smile, remembering how I was once like them, cute innocent and polite.... NOT. Haha but seriously, how we all used to brim with such endless possibilities as to the routes we take in uni but by now it's more or less gonna be set in stone already, not mistaking it to be a bad thing, just I guess I'm missing abit of the unpredictability that being a freshman carries. 

On another note, I really wanna move out. Getting abit sick of these fucking restrains and lame fuck tantrums. And to anyone who has a problem with my vulgarities here and wants to complain it somewhere: fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuckity fuck fuck. Sue me

Always feeling bad about it when it's not even my fault 

Can't wait to fucking move out