photo courtesy of markyyfooahloong

i can't begin to describe this dead that's been pureeing my days into nothingness. finding solace only after three in the morning when i finally drift off to sleep after my eyes are finally tearless and deserted. it's a vicious cycle really- and i've simply stopped believing in 'tomorrow holds a hope, a hope unknown' much thanks to benloh though for attempting to cheer me up with that. i would continue but i've got drama and a videoshoot in chinatown later.
chingchong china man, i miss you.