Gee, it just hits me everytime. When I thought it was over, when I think I am fine it just backfires on me. Paranoia is such a bitch! Yeah, like from heart problems to cancer and now breathing problems.
I just think I'm not taking in enough air.
I still think (God forbid) I'm going to die.
I feel like chanting BABY JESUS a thousand times just to get it off my chest. Like gawd, I really need to go back-to-basics. Life is just so complicated and normal is never overrated. It's not like I'm being a weak sucker, it's really a hard thing to cope with. Blaming drugs is one thing but having abnormal thoughts is another.
I really would love to be normal right now. To be unnoticed and just... simple. What's the big deal about being sophisticated. IF I die, like IF, please tell Jay Chou I love him and and and...
roti cheese telur rocks the whole wide world!
No, tacos are much better than mamak food AND pop tarts.
Baby Jesus, Baby Jesus, Baby Jesus, Baby Jesus, Baby Jesus...
Prove me wrong please. So many times I thought I was going to die and yet I live another day. Hallelujah, glory to God, praise the Lord, Jesus is Lord.
Hm, I want my coffin to be in peach. And a big big obituary. With my blog url in it. Watermarked over a very nice photoshopped picture of me.
When you're alone
And life is making you lonely,
You can always go downtown
When you've got worries,
All the noise and the hurry
Seems to help, I know, downtown...