&Alexithymia

jolyn dislikes long profiles, they reveal too much, and where's the enigma in that?
apart from that, jolyn is also an ugly monster, and if you have something against ugly people, then well, too bad.
jolyn adores music, androgynous boys, shark(boy)s, pink spiders, robots, black and red, the word 'awesome', musicians, and referring to herself as the third person, a trait she picked up from uncle goh.
&Verona
&Friends
(in no particular order)
ryan;
yiling;
elsia;
cherie;
tharsh;
evelynwong;
see ler1;
see ler2;
jumalia;
kimberly;
denise;
dalila;
weiping;
nurul;
shaun;
kelvin;
jessica;
candice;
grace;
shyaza;
chekseen;
amirah;
jaan;
jedidah;
nadzirah;
juliana;
aqilah;
charlton;
qixuan;
aqila;
xinyi;
sili;
samantha;
melissa;
jolene;
nadia;
nurul;
suetfar;
armeeza;
joanna;
melissa;
sakinah;
peishi;
gurvin;
wuyi;
yingying;
jennifer;
dionne;
peiwen;
zakkiyah;
azrina;
estee;
fiona;
germaine;
jiaqi;
shirlynn;
jacqueline;
joshua;
qianyun;
grouphug;
ryan;
postsecret;
kennysia;
xiaxue;
levan;
translation;
dictionary;
edison;
youtube;
untold prophesy
lingyu
deborah
khairiah
cheryl
alvin
&Gracias
foto decadent ;
moargh ;
bias-ED.
&Wants
iPod [video], sharkb0izx 101, scene hair, a lot of clothes, tongue, navel and lip piercings, shopping spree, a million billion trillion gazillion dollars, effective weight loss, accessories,
skinnies, BILL!, a lot of moshing, 69 hours in a day, more gigs! ask me and i'll tell you
cry your own fucking river, BITCH.
Thursday, December 23 // 6:18 pm
Jol yn__* ; w_hy d.o i f.e-el mo_re al0ne th.an ever in .a. cr.ow.d.?.? Wh.y do. i fe.el that i'm be.in ig.nored?
Jol yn__* ; x[[ki ll me a nd w atch me fa d e aw ay...]]x. +a.l l .i. wa.nt f or christ.mas is yo.u.+;
Jol yn__* ; ; lost without you. i can't make it thru a day without you guiding me, leading me. i feel so A-L-O-N-E_*
hurrahs...i was feeling pretty happy, then i don't know what happened. something came and just darkened my entire day. yeahhs... okie, i'm gonna go...searching for sad, sad avatars. i'll be right back to post something... i saw one. without words. just a picture of a girl crying...all the avatars i see are either 1) too bloody, 2) not sad at all 3) not sad enough...not sad enough for me, anyway......why do i always feel like this?! sad sad sad...it's either that or angry...i'm such an idiot. AHHHH!
backk.
ughhs. i hid the book. its right in front of me now. i don't want anybody to read it. it's so private.
wanna know what's in the book? no...it's not my diary. it's where i write all my crap songs. they always turn out shitty anyway... i know my mum will read it. she'll probably tell my cousins, uncles, aunties. they will laugh over it. and i will die of embarrassment. i don't think anybody in my family understands "privacy". like my dad. he tells me, "jolyn, i borrow your handphone. want to check the results for the 4d" or something. i actually believed him! how stupid am i?! what did he do? check my messages. i should have known. wait. before i go on, can i make friends with a guy? it's not like i'm sending him a message saying, "HI. LET'S HAVE SEX." my dad checks my messages. then he asks me, "hey, jolyn, who's bengwei?" what am i supposed to say? of course i say he's my friend! i mean, he's only my friend! "a friend." uh oh. he keeps quiet. then he looks at me, "a boy or a girl?" busted! he was checking my messages. thanks a lot for the privacy. i mutter 'boy'. if i had a dollar for every time dad or mum lectures me, i'll be a billionaire by now. he starts about me having a boyfriend. puh lease. who wants me as their girlfriend? he must be blind. because of this incident, i deleted all my messages. and then i changed ryan's name to "sharon", and bengwei's name to "weiling". then there's my cousin. she read my diary. then evelyn. she tries to read my blog. and she reads my LETTERS. i didn't even read her diary. it was moronica. she read it, and made fun of evelyn. one time, i was writing something, my mum stood behind me. yeah. great. she's not ashamed. she told me, "your spelling damn horrible." who told you to read?! then there's my aunt. where do i even begin?! i'm so sick of everyone's shit!
stupid me.