Monday, October 15, 2012


I am not a cunt.

I always try to avoid starting a paragraph with 'I' but this is an exception. 

I am not a cunt.
I am not a cunt, you motherfucker.

Sometimes people don't understand what you're doing and when there's a language barrier, things just get a bit more difficult. 对不起 is barely adequate. This thing has been going on for a month and I never intended to hurt anyone or break any friends apart. I am not a bad person. I am not a cunt. I am not a jibye. Especially since I've said from the start a solid 'no'. No means no there's only black and white no grey in betweens. It's your business from thereon if you want to hang on or something, I don't know. But no means no. I am not a cunt. A cunt wouldn't have the decency to say 'no'. Or mention explicitly 我有别人。A cunt would string a person along until they've served their purpose. I am not a cunt.

There goes another handful of friends. I don't know what to do anymore. Maybe become a hermit or something, seems like a good plan. Life is so ironic sometimes, I'm sick of it.

Let me just sit here and not make a move anymore because I'm so fucking tired of this bullshit.

Friday, October 12, 2012


Arm under neck at 5am, her place.

I lied.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Stroking girl.

Here's a drawring entitled, Girl stroking girl's eyebrow.

Somehow I don't like it anymore. Initially, I did. This was the 5th drawring I've done in 2 days and I hated ALL OF THEM. Now I am starting to hate this too because it is not perfect. The leg is awkward. It bothers me also that the pole isn't straight and the girls kind of look alike.

So hmm, I've been sad.
But that's alright because my palm lines tell me I am destined for world domination!

Been learning about random things from variety shows listed below:
1. Palmistry
2. Hypnotism exists and is fucking scary.
3. I am the biggest lesbian on earth.

Monday, October 1, 2012


I'm sorry I know I can be a major bitch and absolutely cruel when I don't give a shit about someone anymore.
If you think it's about you, it's probably about you.
Or you.
Or you.


I've been really horrible to some people lately and it's bad.

But you know it comes to a point where you are just like, why do I even care? Why do I have to pretend I give a damn about their feelings when I honestly. don't? Why should I have to give it to them gently or kindly when doing it as bluntly as possible would be much more effective? Why are they still lingering around like the lover's stain on my sheets, adamant despite my protests of dismissal? What am I doing wrong? Why would anyone even fancy a broken person like me? Why can't I let myself believe that they like me so I could let myself feel safe enough to like them back? What is wrong with me? Why can't everyone just fuck off and die? Who is eating shrimp wonton?

And why aren't they sharing it with me.

To fulfil your stalkerish desires,


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