the second rip, shred, tear.
heartbreaker, I really can't bear.

so this is heartbreaker part 2.
but, but before that...
THANK YOU and KAMSA HAMNIDA to everyone who made my day wonderfully fantasticelastically brilliant today. okay I'll try and list... to my twin, my TAEMIN, my number4, bling bling, riffana, xue ming, the entire Kallang Wave, Irene and Hana, Sam, Jolene, Vidhya, Marlene and a whole bunch of other people. I LOVE THE GIFTS, heh (: ooh all so blue! and some SHINee integration. and the cake, haha I'm still laughing over it! okay well, it was awesome today! THANK YOU EVERYONE. (:

continuing back to heartbreaker part 2:
well things have been much airy nowadays. but heartbreaker, why does it keep cropping up? I've been quite distracted today actually, trying to hide it behind a fake smile just now in the evening. but I couldn't take it anymore, I just cried as I prayed and hope that tomorrow will be a better day. all the tears just started flowing out, like little waterfalls.

heartbreaker, I'm lying down, on a flat plane and waiting as I watch the fan spin around in this box with 4 walls. and I'm waiting, seemingly for something to happened. my brain feels like it's about to explode and everything feels so mumbo jumbo. but then I decided, that's enough. so I get up, and continue on, moving on. I can still feel the ache, and trying to forget it like mad. but nothing's changing. I can't breathe slowly, like as though something's sucking air from me. I look up and what do I see? just a white, plain old boring sky, with the fan still spinning.

heartbreaker, I wished so much, I piled up so much hope. I gave birth to a new passion. but somehow, like climbing down the hill, it was just too fast. it degraded like madness. I learnt then, to never put so much hope, on a false hope.

but then, heartbreaker, somehow I should never have put so much hope. yikes, I regretted it. maybe all this is too high paced, at winds of high speeds that can definitely help, but hinder at the same time. how on Earth did I become so childish?! why don't I just grow up. that is the same question I ask over and over again as I look at my heartbreaker. in the mirror.

the heartbreaker;
is me.