Remembering Peter Pan

insomnia

bourbon break

complex

i hate losing

Apology

what you need to know:
generally known as Matthew Yap (math*yoo*yap)
age eighteen
birthday first of feb
google thirteenmattyap@gmail.com
chained to somebody back home
writes ... unfortunately.
can say the alphabet backwards because it takes skill
plays the bass and piano

things to do/be in the future:
a leader of a terrorist group
a don of the first ever classy filipino mafia
a superhero because I just want superpowers
old because it would be really disturbing if i wouldn't be.
unlock the secrets of the universe wanna bet?
jump off the building and survive
find my own you-know-what Because the first one didn't work out as much.
Layout: lyricaltragedy
Pattern: tillyness

there, i did it. i said what i had to say. and as expected, she laughed her ass off. Matt, you fucking pansy. But she kept calling me "Matty". That has to be some term of endearment right? let's see how this goes.

"you've got to be fucking kidding me right?

"not fucking, nor kidding."

"oh my god, okay where are the cameras so i could say i got punked."

"call it whatever you like, but i said it."

"zomfg, did you just use an L line on me?"

"yup, i went there."

"fuck you are serious."

"duh."

i meant every word i told her, and i'm sticking to it. i meant when i said, i'll submit to her every whim. i know what's she's like. and i know she likes it. i could tell by that hint of a smirk amidst her embarrassment, possibly confusion. what can i say? i do stupid things. i couldn't hold back. i'm selfish. i'm a brat.