Everything I plant, withers
If you cut me off I understand,
I handed you the scissors
melek. an attempted post(s)-a-day blog starting April 3rd 2013.
personal blog for ☆☆☆☆☆ ~ Nikon D3200 x iPhone 4s and 5s
country - city - island all mixed up inside of me as clearly seen below.
all pictures and writing are mine unless stated otherwise.
If you have to start a sentence with:
"I don’t want to sound racist/sexist/homophobic/prejudice but…"
please just stop right there.
Is it bad that I feel absolutely no attachment to my friends?
I mean they are all cool people, but they would be just as cool via email or long distance calls.
I’m ready to leave.
Life doesn’t get much better after school really, the first 5-10 years instead of checking your grades and being disappointed, you’re checking your bank account and being… you guessed it… disappointed.
Come to find out, I’ve been technically dehydrated for the past 6/8 months.
And not metaphorically. Actually medically dehydrated…
You don’t have to experience something to write about it.
Just because I post it doesn’t mean it refers to me or is from my viewpoint.
I write for a lot of my friends. I even write based on songs I hear on the radio on the way home from work.
The writing is neither strictly exclusive or inclusive to the writer.
It’s just writing.