......make me beautiful...nip/tuck...

I GOT MY PLAYSTATION!!!
heeehee...=D
its been a long while! anyways, i'm currently playing kingdom hearts!! now sora seems cool...at level 14 alice in wodnerland..irritating mushrooms are hard to jump! but its fun anyways. and final fantasy x2 ish cool...esp yuna's dance...and star ocean is hard to play, cuz its all in jap..in fact all my games r in jap!XD but wad de hell ya?
i've been doing alot of new art lately...go check out my deviant art page...its in the links =)self-promotion? hehhs yepperss...;)
weiss kreuz gluhen is cool...i finished watching it. it's nice and gothic and theres fighting and blood XD okay so i like it big deal..bleghss

haish...the holz r ending soon..workin on my homework...still have my science, maths,geog n hmt to do...kaozz..how siann...oh wellss...jus hafta endure and do.i watched Around the world in 80 days...very very very very funny..! laugh till i almost fell off the seat...jackie chan rocks!!
red rain rawkss as much!! RED RAIN!!! haha...went for the concert...it was damn fun and damn cool...man oh man... XD
hahaa...
since im feeling as if this blog is very empty and lacking storiess.....

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No hope. No hope.
It revolved in his head, orbiting the center which was a mammoth sun of pain. Look at me, he thought to himself. Just look at me. No home, no family, no one he loved or cared for. Why should he even bother breathing? It was a perfect waste of precious oxygen, he pondered darkly. His planet was lying somewhere in the galaxy, a million shards of nothingness. His family was nothing but ashes and dust—destroyed, burnt, lost. Dead. What a pitiful reality, he thought to himself. A pitiful reality indeed. He curled up tighter into himself, hugging his knees with one arm and staring out the huge transparisteel glass windows—looking out into the vast emptiness and abysmal black of space. Little dots, pathetic examples of planets, nestled happily in their little cosmic lines of orbit. Coral-like shards of asteroid fodder swam in the black sea of emptiness, disintegrating and catching fire as they went, only to disappear as they ceased to exist once again. How much he felt a part of it all. He felt like the hollow shell of space, a walking body with no spirit. Within him sparks of hope, of light and warmth burst into flame, only to die away soon after. And then he was hollow again, lost in a dream and dazed with the darkness eating away at his heart. The darkness, ah yes! How he wanted to embrace it and bring it in. To feel its cold and black infinity wrap around him. Beautiful, sweet, delectable darkness.
He stared blankly into the air. His head was void of thoughts—no emotions no pictures, not even a single memory. What had his mother looked like? Had he had a mother in the first place? He did not even know. Who was he? He couldn’t even think of that either. It was all just a sheet of cold obsidian black. The metal floor, releasing its heat and feeling ever so chilly, it felt like part of him. He seemed to merge into its iciness, becoming one with everything all around him.
“Sir?” a gentle voice came from the door. He hardly heard it—it was so faraway. What did it say? He couldn’t understand.
“Your medicine sir.”
He heard them, but they were only a faint, tiny voice. Like someone crying out in the vast expanse of space. A tiny, ant-sized voice.
“Sir,” this time it grew vaguely louder. “You have to take your medicine.”
She walked up to him, and that was a great mistake. He felt her presence so strongly, her innate happiness and calm. With one swipe of his hand, he sent the tray flying across the room. He didn’t even look at her—he did not want to. The nurse scurried away as quickly as she came, and all that was left was the discarded tray and the hiss of the closing door.
He looked down at his hands. Hand, he corrected himself. One was as it has always been—calloused and tanned. The other was gone. In fact, his entire arm was gone and all that was left was his bandaged shoulder. Burned away like a match lit by fire. What was he going to do with just one hand? One pathetic arm. Would everyone stare at him? Would they point and laugh at his empty sleeve? He wanted to just break through the windows and break apart in the anti-gravity of space and the galaxy. It was all over, all his hopes and reams, all that he loved all that he aspired to. It had crumbled right in front of him, like a snowy avalanche of white brightness. Falling into eternal pits of the Dark.
He was consumed. He felt heartless, as the black devoured what was left of his soul and turned it into an endless pool of emptiness. The tears traced their oaths down his cheeks, but he didn’t notice as they flitted to the ground, or as they ran down his chin. He only wish he could pull his own heart out and end all that he was living in.
After all, he didn’t feel like he was breathing anymore

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no one except one friend has ever read that before..that was written when my ps2 almost got taken away...and i was depressed...so..yeah...