&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
Thursday, September 15 // 9:58 pm
cherie i do not know. my life just simply sucks. thanks for asking anyway.
nobody understands you. they tell you they are going through the same things as you, but how many of you understand what it's like to be really, truly alone? the only things you can confide in are inanimate. your notebook, your guitar. your blog.
all the sadness that's within, the blinding pain of abandonment. the times you sat in your room, looking up at the ceiling, tears blurring your vision. the times at the back of the bus, when you have no one to talk to. only the book in your lap, the pen in your hand. the penknife...
the pent up frustrations, the times when you felt like throwing a tantrum and being a child again, but nobody would allow you to do it.
the times when they laugh at you, and you force a laugh along.
i hate this. i hate my life.
i thought they said teenage years are the best?
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listen to 'yi qian nian yi hou' by JJ lin. i think he's so effing pretty. and also he can sing.
