Species.

Now that I'm down and out, with only "bummer" to my name, I get to spend more time le'favourite woman (forcefully nagging her to take me out). I've grown to be too dependent, attention-seeking, or downright shameless to cut the chase. Grunts when I am not in her plan, tomorrow. 

She gets on my nerves, no doubt. She'd argue otherwise, even more so. I say she's fat, she calls me ugly. Then again, who'd give in to my whines, fusses and make awkward poses just cos I demand a laugh. We bend over and ache from laughing at how silly she is, together. 

Now, what would I do without this woman?

Love,

Your Ugly Human.

Qualms.

Derailed, and wandering from there. Destination-bound, I am far from thee. 

Fide.

Hasn't been the easiest masking emotions. One min I'm so bent on feeling better with perseverance oozing from ever pore, and the next, I just wna shrink and wallow in self-pity. 

But...I shall, & I will be fine again.  

Vice.

Just a little more confused, than usual. 

Would you say it's greed to yearn to be successful in one way, to excel in another? Should I blame the society that morphed me, that whispered wealth is key. Or should I take it upon myself; that I am not content.

Is loneliness what I really prefer, or is the lack of people skills that forced my believe in solitude? 

Do I really miss you (maybe you even), or is it simply a case of attention craved? 

Confusion. Confusion. 

No, I can't really tell. 

bs.

Utterly unnecessary, wasted or not, I'm walking right out of that door. Through the gd and bad times, it's abt time I said enough. I could do without, really.

Irks me to no fking end. Take your shit elsewhere, and don't come close.

Double Trouble.

We fight, we hate, we practically drive each other up the wall..

But deep down, there's this chemistry no one would break. So much lovin' for this lil giant of mine..

Tips.

Drunken words, drunken stupor. Foolish ways. 

Caught.

In abt two wks, Ill be done with my internship with Two Queens and Idk if I should be happy. I rmb how when I first started, I was more than eager to be done. But right now, I can't say the same. 2.5 months in only and feels like I've known them forever. Its been more than a great flight with the Fly team ^.^

hehe my all-time favv picture! 

Tensed.

I'd love to have my plates cleared and filled again, only this time with the dishes I pick. Then again, maybe my tumz just isn't constructed for second servings.

I scare myself with the beast within.