This is the end

Listening to : We Are The In Crowd - Calendar Pages

Balloons represent myself. Fragile little thing. But colourful.

I fucking lost everything.
Approximately 5-years-worth of pictures and music are gone.
Gone. Just like that.
Stupid hard disk.
Can you just give me a hint before you burnt yourself??
Half of my soul is gone.
Ass.

Life's been quite okay.
I wish I could explore more stuff.
Feel like skipping school every Monday.
Hah.
Life, once again, is not a fairytale, bitches.

Wrote a poem.
Touched a friend's heart.
Will post it someday.
I love me.