I'm Fruz.

This is probably one of the only places I can really just write about my unhappiness, my happiness and everything else in between. It’s as public as it gets, but the people here don’t judge. Sometimes I want to tweet the most terrible things, but I’m afraid of its consequences, so I develop the habit of deleting my tweets. What more the people of Facebook, judgemental-ness is in the nature of being human. Doesn’t it hurt, that because of a few mistakes here and there, everything goes awkward, she ignores you, pretends, looks past you all the time. No words describe how horrible it is whenever everyone makes fun of me using you as the subject. It’s like feeding a tiger that isn’t even hungry. Maybe because I don’t say a thing, so I don’t make a big fuss about it. I don’t even know what the fuck I’ve been doing lately, am I so fucking lonely that I constantly need someone by my side? It’s gonna hurt people.

I’ve been through hell. but I’ve lived to tell

All my tales in a bottle,

I threw into the depths of the ocean floor.

Never to be found again.

What were you waiting for?

Another boy? More like a hungry worthless soul,

I admit defeat, I’ll take the blame,

What is it that you would like to prove?

This love is haunting me,

And even if I miss you,

I’d be too dead, I’d be too dead,

To remember.