about the escaper
Joseph Quek
1611.1992
I lived in States while it petty cold here. Well I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old, So I'm going home. Well I'm going home.

past escapes
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
May 2009

soul mates
url friend A

resources
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tuesdaynight
*For the glow effect tutorial.
Date: Thursday, September 13, 2007
Time: 10:15 PM
how come...

how come they're all like that?

How come those people see what it's like being in my world? How come they only want to see what is in there place?

Can't they see I'm hurting?

I once read in a book... (Madison Finn)... they were writing a composition... which is about how you write something that is from another person's point of view...if our English teacher does that and he assigns it to one of the bitchy girls...,, would they see what i'm seeing? Would they feel what I'm feeling?

do they always think about their own?
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