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

you have no idea how fucking frustrated i am. i feel like wrecking every damn thing in my sight, slapping all of you on your faces and then kicking your ass for attempting to retaliate.

I FEEL THAT THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD IS ANAL ALL OF A SUDDEN.

i hate myself.

feel like dying all of a sudden. as if i didn't feel like that before. maybe one day, one day, i'll show you i can do it. maybe i'll stab myself in the heart. maybe then i'll stop hurting.

the only way to stop the cancer from spreading is to amputate the infected part. what if it's my heart that's hurting? do i gouge it out?

will i stop bleeding and stop hurting? will i finally be able to SMILE without a heavy heart?

sometimes i feel that everyone's just playing. playing, luring, pretending. then one day they all show their true colours.

one day. the one day when it'll all be too late.

i need help. professional help. i'm so sick of being so fucking frustrated, so sick of feeling inferior to other. sick of not doing anything right. sick of always being the last picked. sick of always being ME.

you know what i really need? i really need someone to dote on me for once.

someone who won't leave me because i'm mediocre compared to the others, who are perfect.

i'm off to find a coffin that fits.