Cover or Content, Never Judge. Simple.

Never judge a book by its cover?

True.

But what if you know what's in it? Can you judge then?

The answer is no, because it's always lighter to read than to go through it, like how it's always easier said than done. Having said this, I don't mean that if you judge or offer any helpful commentaries, you're not being understanding. Because I understand that it's all for good, to make things better.

But sometimes, when someone has a cut and managed to conceal it so perfectly that that person itself don't feel the pain constantly anymore, you don't go and dig it all up again. Even if it's for good. It may just bleed and kill that person inside.

Some people prefer living it out, facing it, and probably getting everyone who's also hiding hurt, for pointing out the truth. But some people would rather take it all themselves and let others live a life that is probably not so hurtful, even if the other people are living in a lie.

Having all that said, I'm not a box. I'm open, to anything anyone has got to say.

But sometimes, some random times, it rips that wound in my heart, tearing it a little more every time.

Black Parade.

Every dream has to come to an end.

I guess when I said I couldn't sleep because reality is finally better than my dreams, I spoke too soon.

Things happen in life and as you go through it, you know it. But sometimes, you might know everything that's happening around you, but you don't know what to think of it. What to judge or what to even do.

Sometimes you wish that you could rewind time and never even started whatever that is. Sometimes you wish that you could hide under your blanket forever and not come out of it to face it. You wish you could sleep every second of the day so you don't have to face reality. And sometime you wish your heart could turn to stone.

It may not be anything that's happening to you. It could be things that are happening to people around you. Some people will tell me to mind my own business, but not to be rude or anything, if I could, I would, don't you think?

Haven't been blogging for a while.

I guess Blogger is still my best friend after all these while of not getting into this again. I've returned blogger, and yeah, still the same sort of shits.

Welcome to the black parade.

Cover Alert!

I

My first ever plucked string cover! :D

Loves.

Dear Saturday.

As if this part of life cannot get any worse, something else has to just pop up in front of me.

Trials is hard. Getting messed up in every other way is harder and when everyone expects every other thing from you, it's damn hell worse. It's not like I hate it. I mean, yeah I hate the fact that everyone just throws that on me and expects everything to fall down from the sky, just that. But in fact, life was getting so much better.

BUT OH WELLS.

I always get slapped in the face, don't I? In whatever it is. 2 times in a row, 3 different people and there goes my mood. Grow up, SM. Or let's just face it, I'm just the slave of my mind.

Sometimes I wonder why do I even exist.