There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with yourself and LOSE when it's weird. If you agree, copy this and put it in your profile. (Confession: I do this almost everyday, there seems to be two souls that's trap in the same body lol...)

If you and your friends have a nickname, title, or anything else for each other, copy and paste this in your profile. (ah... how nostalgic...)

If you have ever fallen up the stairs, put this in your profile. (Confession: It only happened once, or twice... or perhaps thrice? Most of other times I fell Down the proper way...)

If you've ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile. (Confession: I even fractured my right arm in the process, way to go...)

If, for any particular reason, you have laughed during a movie that wasn't funny, copy and paste this into your profile. (Confession: It was a horror movie in fact... some people just doesn't have the right sense of humor as I do...)

If you have a tendency to talk to yourself post this in your profile. (Confession: It does get kinda lonely to be by yourself most of the time in school.)

If you know someone who should get run over by a bus, post this in your profile. (Add a couple more bulldozers to go with it... I'm not a demon, of course not, I'm an angel... but who ever said that angels aren't evil anyway? *Smirk*)
 

Title: Somnolence

We were one yet born as two,
A seperated soul that was never meant to.
When one goes the other too,
That's what I believe, and still do.

Our entwined fingers held so dear,
A warmth so distant yet so near.
The soft melody we love to hear,
Those dreams in which we never fear.

We were always together, dozing off here.
The swirling leaves dances a simple trail.
Yet each and every morning without fail,
I woke alone only to find myself gazing through tears.

In a world of unknown future where we strive,
We kept on walking no matter how deprive.
For we believe someday we'll arrive,
At a place where we belong in this life.

We only had each other throughout our lives,
Promises of forever all but a lie.
You were gone without even saying goodbye,
So please, tell me, why... am I still alive?   
 
~ Reen ~

I'm telling you, had it not been for the fact that I needed the god damned money, badly, I wouldn't be selling myself like this, no, don't get me wrong, I'm not selling what you think I am, but something worse, I'm selling my soul.

I hate hypocritical people the most, but I guess that's what I'm turning into. Everyday, every single fucking day, I go to work, get on about like a robot, repeating orders like a recording machine, ya know, the type that goes on repeating the same message when ya clicked the repeat button? Yeah, that's me. 

I smiled at people I despised, sweetly. Not that I want to, I'm forced to, now, I'm so used to using those mechanic smiles, those fake smiles, that lately, I'm gradually forgetting how to smile from my heart.

And do drop me a note if you know who is the idiot who came up with the idea that 'the customer is always right'. Like fuck, I would say the only rights they have is to keep their mouth shut. 

What am I trying so hard for? I asked myself once, and twice, and the reason is clear, because I NEED THOSE FUCKING MONEY! Ok, now that sounds a little harsh, but well, that's the only reason why I'm willing, albeit reluctantly, to lower my pride and work like a slave for a meagre amount of money. 

Being a service crew sucks, big time.