sometimes i taste death.

the abstraction of emotions is quite weird. every place is a school and a home. but do you feel like it is? do you feel like they are? do you feel comfortable with you are now?

im not just comfortable, im SATISFIED to what God has given. He has given MORE THAN ENOUGH.
i quite big house, blogs that i can share secrets with, facebook account that is full of friends and some other cute little bow wows and katy perrys.

i say myself as a female version of a hustler. ahah. yes, if you dont believe me, i wrote that on my one sentece "about me" on twitter. damn i did.

i love teasing and making myself cheap. but i aint cheap, i am a girl that souldbe respected. even though i dont respect myself. well, actually, yes i do give a fuck about myself.
a fuck means, yaaaaa, ALMOST EVERYTHING.
i think the risks, the chances, and the concequences.
damn i love taking chances. but sometimes i dont really get none advantages. SHIT.

but at least ive tried right? right?

i taste death because, well, i just taste them. when i almost got hit by a bus, wen i really got hit by a motorcycle. when i crashed myself until my mouth almost got broken.
well, thats temporary death.

and this home, this seat that im sitting on, and that school that i go, are just my temporary homes.