But if you're trying to break my heart
Your plan is flawed from the start
You can't break this heart, it's liquid
It melted when I met you

I'm sitting at this table called love
Staring down at the irony of life
How come we've reached this fork in the road
And yet it cuts like a knife

It makes no sense.

It's weird.

My camera breaks - the moment I come home.

I move out in less than two weeks - I don't feel nervous at all.

They tell me you really can't be too nice at work - tried, tested and true.

I have a bad back - but at age 25?!...

The tour guide told us there was only one tunnel giving access to Harvana - what if there were a multi-vehicle accident?

I'll always be the token Asian.

Everybody's friends with you - yet nobody loves you except for your parents.

Every moment is a chance - but only as good as the lottery.

Drinking (Urban Dictionary)

The act of pursuing happiness and self destruction at the same time.

"Too many mutha 'uckas Uckin' with my shi "

I can write. But I'm not talented.. in the sense that I lack the creativity, the flow, and the words to express what I would like to.

But I write.

This world is a strange place. You laugh, cry, dread... all of that, and then Bam! and it's all over.

I'm in love with Flight of the Conchords. I love the silliness, the subtleness, the accents, the lyrics, the characters, the theme - everything.

Do you have some sort of story or piece of memory in space and time, for every song that you like? I do. There's always something personal attached to the song. Always. Good or bad, happy or sad... sometimes it's the lyrics, other times it was just the time and space.

Less than a week. I'm going to Cuba, all inclusive. I'm excited, I'm on edge. I need this.

May 29th. A new life, I'd like to think. But that is certain to be exaggeration. I'm going inner city living.

I love singing, because I don't have to come up with the lyrics. All I gotta do is find a song that I like with lyrics expressing how I feel - and I can let it go.

You don't have to write or comment if you don't want to, or if you haven't got anything nice to say. I'm not looking for sympathy, I'm just looking for an outlet. Nobody can take this away from me.

Yea, I can't let go of the past. No I'm not proud. But I can admit my faults, and it pains me so. But I've got nothing to hide. I invested my emotions deeply, and that's how I feel. Call me wrong, call me whatever. I won't take no more from anybody. Say I choose to be this way, say what you will. Say nothing if you've got nothin' nice to say. I don't want it, and I don't need another voice telling me it. I can break.

Yea, I'm not in the best mood.

Life. Love.

Downstairs, my parents are watching the same TV show. In two different rooms on the main floor. They're not fighting.

Life. Love.
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