About Me jiaqian → fangirl. insane. beware. → am a little twisted, and a lot disturbing, but once you look past the insaneness, i'm quite interesting. → this is a mostly a place for me to wax horrible poetry and post cryptic rants that no one will understand but of late it has evolved into yet another angsty diary. but the last time i checked, that's what blogs are for. →also, lots of typos since i'm normally high (on life, not crack!), tipsy or depressed when i write my posts. seriously. → profanity galore. honest raw emotions. are you squirmy when it comes to emotions? → slightly unhinged. dancing on the edge yet in control. perfection is overrated. The likes ♥
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Credits Layout design by Eefennie. edited by mua. | Friday, February 21, 2014 it's always when midnight strikes that we realise how flawed we are. sorry, i need to stop speaking for the world. defence mechanisms need not apply at midnight. i always realise how flawed i am at midnight. it's like when the clock ticks and the seconds fade away into darkness, so does my confidence, trickling slipping sliding down into nothingness. my body tells me to sleep, but my mind, my pesky mind is keen on exploring and unearthing all my secrets, not satisfied until every bandage is ripped off, pus oozing like the tears on my pillow case. you looked beautiful today but now no longer. and i pick at my hair, curl it around my fingers, wince at the garish reflection of my face in the low light of my cellphone screen. neon lighting was never the most flattering and my mind revels, rearing back to unleash every spiteful comment until i turn off my phone and throw it aside, retreating to darkness. he hasn't called you in three days. did he grow tired of you like the others have? shouldn't you work out? do you see how they look at you? when i strip you away from your safety net, can you really stand on your own? are you worth anything "stop!" i want to scream. when the world is harsh on me, please let me breathe. but minds don't work that way. because after all, your worst enemy will always be yourself. epik till the death of me; 12:24 AM |