i wanna be his favourite hello, & his hardest goodbye.

Jealousy kills you, With every ache. You keep your mouth shut, Your smile is fake. You say it's okay, When really it's not. It makes you sick, But it's these thoughts you fought. You feel the heat in your shoulders, your hands start to shake, You keep to yourself, as you silently wait. You deal with the pain, with each word you write, Thinking nice thoughts, To help your mind fight. Your stomach turns, You feel you should die, But you breathe a breath in,

and you try not to cry.

freaking emo shit post here, dont know why i wanted to put this in. dots.
chitty, you might know. lols.
seriously, i think its quite lame to feel this way. right?
ahhhh, geez!!! gonna get going! meet-the-math-session starts soooooooooon.



p/s: o's suck! (totally)
will be back on the 11th NOV. will try to squeeze/find some time to post this baby. lols. GOOD LUCK EVERYONE. *pray*
hands shaking, heart thumping.