كلما بردت, اقترب احساسي بضيعتي
وكلما بعدت, اسكت بس زادت حرقتي
ما احس بحبي لك, ما احس الا بحزني بي
صبرت وويش اللي يصبر صبرتي, اضغط هنا لقراءة النص بالكامل
I made a nice one about the subconscious racism of first impression. ( i’ll summarize it at the end of this blog, the video is too embarrassing for me to show X | .. hewwew )
If I’d make another one however, here are some suggestions:
1- I’m Guilty ‘Till Proven Innocent.. not the other way!?!? Read the rest of this page »
Reminding me by my cycle of tears; the falling lines on my cheeks.
Come cry with me at least, it might not happen again.
Do it for the sake of nights I watched you turn into mornings..
Agonizing wait, for a sunlight to shine across the sky.
C’mon make it, and rise. Will you, pick me…? I’m waiting. Read the rest of this page »
well, pretty much I was going to talk about things that’re not particularly new and indeed inferable from my old content. (something proves that I cant choose a real goal to achieve in life..)
so, instate I wanted to just say shit that I wanna say, but for a second I stopped thinking… it’s true I made this blog for shit crap and pointless rant, Read the rest of this page »
In the following rant, I will try to not use any descriptive measure. Instead, the measure I will use is relative and comparative to what I see around my growing environment.
So why are my dreams bigger than regular people? I mean, “ordinary” people just gave up their dreams ‘cuz they can’t make them reality. I think they thought they couldn’t, while they really could. Are others more realistic than me?
When I asked my friend the other day in an abstract talk and random questions… “Hey, tell me one dream that you had earlier in your life, Read the rest of this page »
like what should i do.
i’m angry about something i can’t find.
lonely and empty….. but dunno what I want to fill myself with
what do i want? what do i need? what do i want to do? … i don’t know the answer to these qs, but what will i do? nothing. that’s what i’m doing. Read the rest of this page »
you hear me? that’s my voice,
look at my pictures living happy,
look at the joy in my heart, look at me smile.
lonely christmas, lonely everything, my f-ing heart is broken for no reason. emptiness, so I feel nothing. nothing, that’s why i’m alone as sh**. I bite my own lips, stopping myself from crying.. wtf am i going thru.
i tried to reach all my “friends,” but none was available
i feel like I wanna make a video, i’d cry begging for friendsht.. i know i’d be a joke. but i’m depressed, sad and lonely all the time