my little black book

yes my little black book.
know wad? i love my little black book.
its my little black book,
where i store fragments of my life,
why i write all knds of rubbish,
and in between some sense.
my little black book,
it is rather precious.
indeed, there are secrets in there,
things most people do not know,
but hey? who cares rite?
my life is boring and lame and pointless,
and most of all, no one really gives a fuck.
but guess wad? i don give a fuck either!!
(:
so my little black book,
its my little escape from reality.
its my saviour from the evil clutches of doom,
otherwise known as bio or evil chi talks.
haha, my little black book talks.
i wonder, if i ever lost my little black book,
would i cry?
honestly, i dont tink so.
in terms of pure content alone,
my little pink book was substantially more...important.
there was more in that little pink book.
but why do i even bother?
its quite simple really.
i want to remember.
simple as that.
haha.
i'm quite the reminiscer u noe...
i need a means of actually storing my memories,
cos my brain certainly fails on that aspect.
its something of a diary,
if less organised,
and theres more stuff inside.
like bio and ss notes and song lyrics which suck.
HAH.

oh and btw, anyone wants to get me a new little black book? my current one is gonna die soon.

on the verge of madness and i'm still lost