This is like, the continuation for What is left of me. Its something I wrote like ages ago. I dont expect anyone to read this, i'm trying to get over my writer's block ( Read more... )

there were loads of things I refrained myself from doing as the act of fearing myself falling into the conventional bunch who seems like all they ever know is to jump in the bandwagon. fearing that i lose my identity, losing every colours infused in my rainbow-like self. i have seen my friends and people around me doing this i thought is cliche. ( Read more... )