A place to feel like home

I.... wanted to write..... but i didnt know where i could turn anymore.... where i could write anymore... i loved writing... no one thinks this blog is still running... no one knows ill turn here to write... no one will find out.... no one has to find out.... this will be my dirty little secret... a place where i can dont give a fuck.... a place where i dont give a damn. Darker, more timid than the placei usually write... my alter ego.... my venom... my dark side.... a place to call myself... welcome me home .... dark one..... for i have returned.... the return of the prodigal son of darkness...

little black book....

i have this little black book and in the book are some writings that is personal. I write things i dont want people to read in there cause i always have the book in sight. Two days ago someone picked it up and read it when i was in the toilet. He made the saying "make yourselves at home" literal. So when i came back i saw him reading it and instead of apologizing, he went on and on about what i had done wrong, saying what i had written down was wrong and i should not have done it. So what did i do? the same thing i do when i cant talk to people like that, i swung a punch...

People do this, people invade your privacy and believe that what they are doing is actually justified. Its not wrong to invade someone elses privacy because you feel they're doing something wrong. Wrong! you dont invade someone else's privacy thats just plain wrong. You dont pickup someones diary and go reading it aloud and then have the audacity to preach people about what they're doing wrong.

This is what i think, i think deserved the punch. Hell i think he deserves an ass whooping. So dont do that, dont go around reading people's diary so you can make yourself superior just because you know everyones secret. Whats the point in that? if you wanna be superior, why dont you prove it. With everything you do. just prove it through your actions. Because i know in my heart, im never gonna take advice from someone who went through my diary without permission.... so as a conclusion FUCK YOU!!!! heheh buhbye people.

Live life to the fullest even if im not around...

Dear loved one, beautiful song, sitting by my side....

Happy birthday.. my brother once said that the best birthday gift one person can ever get are words of truth. Words of honor. Words that come from the heart. So this is my gift for you.

4 years with you have flown by like air. No on sees it yet everyone knows its there. No one talks about it unless they really listen to the song that we sing together. No one understands it but feels it should be there. Having you still in my life has been the most weird but greatly appreciated thing about my life. I am still without a doubt not good enough i am still without a doubt the person you have learned to love but never learned to stop hurting you. I am still though the person who thinks you are the person who has the most amazing smile anyone could ever find.

Your birthday is not just your birthday but a day that you are one year closer to the age of marriage. And i shall anticipate and wait and hope and pray that by that time i would have been the perfect guy for you.... someone who loves you amazingly better than i do now because i know i can... i know i can love you better and more amazingly without fear, grace or insecurity.

So, i am not afraid to say, i have loved you so far and i will continue loving you until the day i die.

love... glow-giver,ss,big fat and lovable hehe