i hate the fact that every move is being scrutinized(?) by others. be it ur actions or mine. its not uncommon and the results of scrutinizaiton are gossips that so easily pass through our lips. its kindda like smoking, the more u smoke, the blacker ur lips will turn. only, i guess its ur personality that turns into a unfavourable colour.

im an unfinished piece of clay. it doesnt mean that im to be thrown away nor to be forgotten.

i am just simply, unfinished.