name's juno slash aggy, having much trouble in the past, and having too much fun right now. after several months crying over my old blog which scrambled by anonymous haters, i started a new one. not really a new one. but few things had change and i had my life on shape. so, you haters better face me outside this blog because when you face me here, you are utterly idiot.
his eyes meet mine glows. but i'm not melted anymore. you better counting down the days. days after days it'll be the same. i wake from my unsconciousness. my spilling, drifting tears rolled. after a few days of hatred minds, i bit my tongue. i flew high. i drunk caffeine. my pms leave me in an empty room. the ceiling's white, the cream wallpaper and granite's tile, it's intimidates me. your scent, your musky odor, still smelled here. i feel the pain and joy, as if you're here but i can't see you. where are you? are you with her? can i trust you? for god's sake, leave me alone. my naked face starred in a mirror where i could find your cheeks, your eyes, glimpse in a rythm. it's a calypso. i heard the jukebox plays "garota de ipanema" and i found myself, miser, sober, bursting out right when i typed those words
your eyes leave me. finding out another chances to be loved. yet another chances. i'm not going to trust you. was it all worths? after i ever helped you, left me, dancing alone in tears, you go away with her, and when you came back, regreting your obscenity, i have died. my feeling, joys, scars whatever hurts you is yours to made. my imaginations flew high. molluscas. should i drew you a hat? or a cap? or a suits? for your prom night? should i say love? to glance in above sky? were there another sky for you? yes in your heaven that you and her made. spilled corn syrup in a riverside or maybe confetti's rain?
i'm not interested. my noir, black and white world, lost it's white. and suddenly, all of these journals washed away in an ink. it's all black.
