Complex

Hello. It's me. I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet

Lmao seriously delete me from your following list. I'm toxic. *dancing to Britney's toxic*


So it was 2 in the morning when I was blogwalking through some friend's pages and then noticed something: they've changed (so what, you ignorant bitch, people change all the time). And not all of them in a good way. Some has made it the adult, mature way, some others, uh, became toxic just like me. Not drama-queen toxic, more like I'm-done-with-the-world toxic.

But that's not what matters. What does matter is that reading them blog made me contemplating my online diary blog. This is not the first time I considered deleting this blog--which ended up me being nostalgic and doing nothing but deleting and/or editing some trashy stuff (although this whole blog is nothing but trash) (because trash can, not trash cannot) (yes I'm one sly fox). So Christy, don't you ever worry about editing your posts on your own blog; we've all done it (this is me admitting stalking, everyone) (and this is not the first time me admitting stalking people online, everyone).




Contemplating my confessions,

Hana




P.s. Please listen to Zion.T! His voice will make you find yourself feeling extremely tender. I recommend No Makeup, Zion.T's last song before he moved to The Black Label (the label that made his latest album sounds less R&B and no, I'm not thankful for that) or Young, the collab song with his best buddy--the duet I'm dying to see happening once again before I die. Knock is also good, made me cry once (I couldn't take listening him expressing his longing of his old friends, remembering all the mess happened between them after he moved to THAT label--not that I hate that label, not at all, despite the fact that they ignored the ongoing rumor about Bom being under their management).

p.p.s. I'm calling myself toxic because I'm one of damn vipers. (because vipers are venomous) (pun intended)

p.p.p.s. That viper thing is completely unrelated to anything real, sorry to disappoint you. It's just some rat squad calling us vipers.

p.p.p.p.s. Kindly forget what I just said

p.p.p.p.p.s. And yes, this post was made to promote Zion.T. I'm sorry I love yall

p.p.p.p.p.p.s. In case you're interested on how Zion.T sounds after he went to The Black Label, I proudly left Complex here, because I hate me more that you hate me~

p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s. It's really hard to keep this blog alive you know, since in order to do so I have to have a life

p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s. My doctor said I can't do any kicking anymore or my kneecap would be detached completely *curcol*