my curls will send you tinglez

It's 345 am on a friday night, or Saturday morning.
But I can't sleep, the voices in my head are too loud,
They're yelling, berating, mocking. I'm just so. tired.


I hate the flush of red that spreads across my cheeks like a day old bruise.
I wish I had someone to be with right now. I wish I wasn't so disgustingly, disgusting with people. So, from now, my inappropriateness is thus reserved for my best friends, Faith Madhavan, Vada Lim and Ili Rahan.