Not really, double joy actually.

I observed, I noticed, no one really REALLY give a damn.  Someone seems enjoy seeing someone else down. Some closed their eyes and pretending they didn't see things and slowly they shy away. I feel so cold. COLD.  Heart, soul hunger for human touch.  But no one noticed.  I am so alone in this crowded space. Why I am still here?  Why I hold onto memories?  This place... I know life wouldn't be the same without you and all the memories you have given me.  But I am the queen of nothing, in a place that doesn't exist, in a kingdom that never was, yet as no one I persist.  It's time for me to go back to where I am belong, into the cage of nothingness.

Bacon is bacon, eggs are eggs.

Don't let those boys go between your legs.

Masturbation is just a masturbation, sex is just a sex.

The excitement all gone after the climax.

Bacon is bacon, eggs are eggs. 

Don't let those boys go between your legs. 

They'll say you're cute, they'll say you're fine. 

Next thing you hear (from them), "That kid is not mine."

Pics below totally not related to the post

Ops... my secret admirers; Rebel & gang have done it again.  I really enjoy it.

Gosh... I am sleepy and hungry.  May I have your blog-post for lunch?

I listen only to my parents, to music, and to my heart.  All the rest is just a noise...

And my silence.  My silence has a deep explanation in every situation. It’s either I'm truly don’t care anymore or I'm pretending to be unaffected, but deeply hurt.

And you guys, are you guys gonna spamming this post too?  If you intent to... have fun.  This time around gimme millions or billions viewers instead of thousands... pretty pretty please.  Especially you Rebel@mc, since you already gave me thousands footprints for the past few weeks, you might as well gimme another few thousands or millions or billions for this post.

Not really, double joy actually.

I observed, I noticed, no one really REALLY give a damn.  Someone seems enjoy seeing someone else down. Some closed their eyes and pretending they didn't see things and slowly they shy away. I feel so cold. COLD.  Heart, soul hunger for human touch.  But no one noticed.  I am so alone in this crowded space. Why I am still here?  Why I hold onto memories?  This place... I know life wouldn't be the same without you and all the memories you have given me.  But I am the queen of nothing, in a place that doesn't exist, in a kingdom that never was, yet as no one I persist.  It's time for me to go back to where I am belong, into the cage of nothingness.

Bacon is bacon, eggs are eggs.

Don't let those boys go between your legs.

Masturbation is just a masturbation, sex is just a sex.

The excitement all gone after the climax.

Bacon is bacon, eggs are eggs. 

Don't let those boys go between your legs. 

They'll say you're cute, they'll say you're fine. 

Next thing you hear (from them), "That kid is not mine."

Pics below totally not related to the post

Ops... my secret admirers; Rebel & gang have done it again.  I really enjoy it.

Gosh... I am sleepy and hungry.  May I have your blog-post for lunch?

I listen only to my parents, to music, and to my heart.  All the rest is just a noise...

And my silence.  My silence has a deep explanation in every situation. It’s either I'm truly don’t care anymore or I'm pretending to be unaffected, but deeply hurt.

And you guys, are you guys gonna spamming this post too?  If you intent to... have fun.  This time around gimme millions or billions viewers instead of thousands... pretty pretty please.  Especially you Rebel@mc, since you already gave me thousands footprints for the past few weeks, you might as well gimme another few thousands or millions or billions for this post.