吊り室の詩人

The streets are also ruled by kings.

That was the main principle of something a West fucktard would say or have in their mind -- as a strong, firm kind of thought that’ll stay deep inside of our mind.

It felt like yesterday when you little fuck were always around and pushed me more to do writing as a solution of my depression. That jheri curl is always spotting -- but hell, the last time I heard you’ve shaved it off (at least you learned).

 But when I holler at you, don’t front with what you do.

Everyone would find their own answer for a question at the end of their lives.

It's still amazing now that I think about it again. Those who'd usually fight when they're still alive will meet each other in the afterlife, and those who're long separated from one and another will also meet each other at the same time.

Now I don't know why I'm writing something like this myself, but I've felt even more reflective than I did like..last week? My birthday's in 3 days too, so someone can patch me up if it's a coincidence or not.

I hope not.

The only fear that I have before I die are meeting those that I've made hostile with through these last 9 months of nothing but pain that I have to go through. I've lost almost everyone because of what I’ve impulsively did, but I've learned that life still has to go on.

Most people have their own last wishes. There's surely a lot that I could think of for myself before I die.

I wish I could meet the person that really changed the way I live before I die, even for one last time. I've been friends with this person since..God knows how long now, but I've felt an even more stronger connection even when we were introduced to each other by a French-Man-That-I-Knew-And-Go-Way-Back-With.

Reminiscing the days that I've spent together with her makes me feel guilty of causing a problem that are still happening up until now between us. There's a lot of things that I wished I could've fixed without even hurting one and another. Ironically enough it all involves with words we've said and I happen to like a song by Skylar Grey with the same name, so it hits me home even more harder.

Though I do know for a fact that you didn't get to choose when're you going to get hurt. It just naturally happens, and the only thing that you'd get to choose from pain are picking who'd be able to do so.

Being hurt by someone who've taught me to love one and another even if I don't believe in love anymore is a choice that I'll never forget because I've learned more about myself after that. I'm still thinking that I'm not perfect enough and have a lot more to learn about myself.

I wish I could feel the same connection that I felt when I firstly met her.

Though I also do wish that I'd get to meet my “dead homies”, as so you may call it. I've cherished every single one of them even if I didn't get to meet them all in real life. I'm sure I'm still halfway learning about the answer to my own question.

While I primarily aren’t a dead believer on Horoscopes, but most of the readings that I’ve seen are pretty much true and I’m still awed re-reading them all.

Woah.

Alright, here’s a response.

How many charities he has done? Sure Pewds gave a shy amount of $3,000 to a hospital (I forgot what it is, you can clarify me on that one), but that’s not a sufficient amount of money if you count it with how many you have in your pockets or if you only have done it twice. The last time Mark did a wide-scaled livestream is for DBS Alliance, and he raised $75,000. 

You count that much money with the amount of cash he raised on his past charity livestreams. 

And I never said that I hate it when you’s call him “good guy”, but the context it was going were pretty much a motivation for me to write that post. 

Sure, he’s probably a good guy if he have built a pavement of charity works before, but he’s not eloquently one if he only done it twice.

Cool yet?

This issue has been bothering me for a while.