Splintered piece of glass falls in the seat and gets caught...
In trying so hard to look away from you...
I crash my car everyday the same way
Time to let this pass...
No reason to come back again...
The needle and the damage done
I don't want to feel this way forever...

Nice is the kiss of death. That's why my name is Bernice, right? Arg..

Don't ask me why I loved my third day of Orsem. Don't ask me why I went temporarily blind and became undeniably STUPID. Horresco referens.

I'm sad in Ateneo. Can you believe that? Me, Bernice, who dreamed of going to this seemingly perfect patch of heaven for the longest time...*sad*. I can't believe it myself.

It's not what I imagined. Not at all. It's more about socializing than school work, and being social was never really my thing. 3-hour breaks mean *LONER*.

I'm lonely. That's what I am. In the immortal words of the Backstreet Boys: Sadness is beautiful; loneliness is tragical.

And I agree. Boy, do I ever.

Cum ames non sapias aut cum sapias non ames.
-Syrus

Credimus?

Very. I'm too wise for it.