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.



(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

foto decadent ; moargh ; bias-ED.

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

atomic winter in my soul.

i feel cold. i AM cold. i am cold blooded. i am not capable of feelings. if i don't feel, i won't hurt. if i won't hurt, i won't be sad. if i'm not sad, i won't cry.

i am a block of wood. lifeless. i'm lifeless. i'm not living. it doesn't hurt anymore. i'm free. i've come undone. i can't cry. i won't. i won't cry.

i won't.

i'm not capable of feelings, am i? so why am i hurting now?

SHUT UP. i will stop rambling.

now, i need to get a new url.

or i guess not? suddenly change doesn't seem good anymore.

i'm sick of change. if i were still in 2004, i would be a happy happy happy girl who throws caution to the wind. now i'm just a sad sad sad depressed girl.

shutup. i can't feel, remember? i'm numb... i'm immune to feeling. i'm a blank slate. a blank canvas. nothing on my face.

the last straw on the camel's back.

i need to breathe. i feel like NO ONE CARES. i'm not surprised if nobody notices i suddenly collapse and die. everybody is so caught up in themselves. they are all happy-fuddly. i need someone who's SAD and DEPRESSED like me. don't talk to me about boys, alright?

i'm sick of them. PLEASE. don't you notice? don't you see? i don't want to talk about the cute guy/girl who lives next door. i don't want to talk about how happy you are with your stead.

i want to be me again.




WHY AM I SO. so. so. so so.so. selfish?


my old nick:


★ scarred ; i would like to grab the shattered p i e c e s of my heart and s l i t my wrists with them. ___ JUST SHUT UP !!