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

dear *me*,

it's unfair to be treated so badly, no wonder you're suicidal.you can't control matters in love. it's that way. the more you try to rein in the person, the more he/she tries to leave. there's some saying that means let it go, if it comes back, it's yours. if it doesn't, it was never yours to begin with.

don't struggle . it's like a rope. the more you pull, the rope wears out with time, and then it'll eventually snap.

you thought you were weak, you thought you couldn't stand. but look, you stopped crying, dried your tears, and got on with life. even though you feel lonely, and feel you have no one to depend on, you know you have yourself. you got your own back, and you will stop yourself from falling. nobody's willing to catch you, but you've got yourself. and your handy parachute.

i'm glad you started guitar lessons. you really changed, and i guess you felt more optimistic about life. you started looking forward to saturdays, and you didn't even mind the long walk there.

i'm glad you never thought he was the one. i'm glad you weren't that foolish, i'm glad you expected that both of you would go your own separate ways, but you didn't expect it so soon, and it really burst your confidence. but the point is, you grew up. remember all those dark and bleak moments? you sat alone in your room, wondering why your friends don't bother.

wondering how things could seem so perfect one moment, and the next, everything fell apart.

i know this won't mean you'll stop crying on those dark friday nights, when you have nothing to do, no friends to talk to. but at least you know not to trust those bastards and bitches who lie to you and promise to protect you from any hurt.

you know now that everything has to come to an end someday. be it friendship, relationship or any of those ships.

even the world has to come to an end. no point crying for it. why not just live your life to the fullest?

the only regret i have is...WHY DIDN'T I SAY NO?

but because of this, i found myself.

found yourself.

i've grown.

and i'll always grow, and always learn. my heart can shatter, but i'll find the pieces, and i'll heal myself back. i don't need you and your stupid bloody lies. fuck you.

don't break my heart, or you'll die.

i'll make sure you suffer twice that i did.

FUCKER, YOU CAN JUST FUCKING FUCK OFF COS I FUCKING HATE YOU. YOU DON'T FUCKING QUESTION THAT OR I'LL FUCKING PUNCH YOU IN THE NOSE AND MAKE SURE YOU GET A BRUISE THE SIZE OF BRAZIL!

ahem, where was i?

oh yeah.
*blinks eyes innocently* fuck you.

with tears (and blood and hate);
jolyn<33