Chill Pills #2: A Sanctuary

I've been pretty busy pretty busy lately. School and stuffs. Thankfully, we have 3 days off. To cut it short, I a too lazy for a loooooooong full-of-words-and-craps kind-of entry so here, feast your eyes.

Till then, this is Grey, signing off.

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Prison Break

I've always pictured my thoughts as prisoners kept in a dungeon prison, and it's time for a prison break now. And you see, just like any other prisoners in this world, we have the vicious and notorious criminals, waiting for a vengeance; the regretful, the ones who've chosen to walk the wrong path and now hoping for the new start and last but not least, the betrayed innocents. I'm Grey B, an Aquarius, ailurophile and a fan of Bart Simpson, Arsenal, Adventure Time and good music. I've chosen Grey B as a pseudonym bcs a) the world seems to be divided into two; the good and the bad, the wrong and the right, the black and the white . I've opted for grey instead . b) Grey B bcs I need a last name instead of Just Grey and Greyback The Werewolf pops into my head. Hence, Grey B. For starter, let's be an every-man, keeping the least of my personal details to myself. Fair warning, I might bore the hell out of you for I am not good with words.

Twenty Thirteen: A closure

..not so. When I first signed up for this, I wasn't expecting for soft cotton candies, cute kitties with fur as fluffy as the soft cotton candies or everything else in between. I knew 2013 was going to be a tough year. and it happened. It was not about the enjoyable rides to becoming a decent soon-to-be grown-up, it revolved around the struggle of trying to find my true self, too. I later figured out that it wasn't what you were fond of described you best, it was what you loathed the most. I learned that nothing lasted forever, too, no matter how much you wished it would. I met new people and had been left by some old ones as well. Of course, I was taken aback by the latter back then but little did I know that you had to actually lose something you had for something better. Funny how men had created the word 'forever', fearing their own uncertainty of last-ness, because by the time you'd muttered out the last syllable, it ceased to be something that was

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