messed in a situation, truly it stinks
a pitch of black, dropped upon ma surroundings
cola shaken, action bursting without compassion
sinking in regret, a surgery of contraction

like a tap, turn to full blast overflowing
reaction void, all numb ain't feeling a thing
a simple apology, ain't getting reception
thoughts of illusions, sick of repetition

Label: contraction = a stage in wound healing

aye waddup?
im sick today.
running nose to the headache im getting.
nothing much happened in school.

im feeling all better now after ma homies home-visited me.
haha not because im sick bt because they juz wanna chill.
rehearsed ma collabo wif frizzey.
den harith went looking for the charger of ma long yamaha keyboard.
dude im sorry i whacked u wif the wire.
dint intend to whack it too hard.

btw on 7th nov there will be a party held by my club.
time: 9pm till late.
cost: 5bucks per head.
contact me to get the tix asap while stock last.

the headache are coming baq.
n the running nose is now blocked.
dammit.
nid to start revising for ma modules.
been slacking for the whole 3weeks.

ok gotta hustle off.
eating the panadol's making me dizzy.

peace im out