automatic writing

these days in CM, i hate everyhting i used to like.
maybe i dont like them that much...
but CM people are nice.

as usual, i spread a certain amount of melancholic atmosphere among my friends.
i am born to make people sad rather than happy.

i am a person without much talent or use.
my homework sucks.

i saw karina lam today.
a star is just a human being.
normal, just like me and you but with a manager.
i cant manage myself,
will you be my manager?

she's lovely but that's all.

i know someone who is beautiful.
although only i think she is.

i can keep secrets.
i am so good at keeping words.
in the form of speech.
but not in the form of written words.
or in places where people ask me to talk suddenly...
or in a surreal/weird/unexpected place.

keeping secrets is not difficult.
far too easy.
secrets,
you are safe with me.

i dont care.
secrets/idiots/love/lust/friends/trust...

who are you?
are you talking about me?

you know nothing about me...