thank god

bora daythree

maybe

i wish i was a dog

How to Play the Matt Drinking Game

we ride

Remembering Peter Pan

insomnia

bourbon break

complex

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

it sucks that i'm no help. at some point it almost feels like i'm not good for anything. like i was born to be miserable. imagine richie rich without all the money, the whole show would be completely pointless because it would defeat the purpose. this is not an emo statement, because i'm not being a poser. (yes, burn to the emo population)

she's been thinking about a whole lot of things. lately, i havent been able to keep up with most of them. am i really that retarded? am i not a functional human being? because i cant see any reason why i shouldnt hate myself. she asks me an important question and all i can do is shrug. why? because i have no goals. i'm spineless. i cant relate. Edward is (disturbingly) right, "baka pinagtiyatiyagaan lang" ako.

say i'm new to this, but how does one act when the girl continues to be bothered by her past but refuses to talk about it out of courtesy or something deeper? enlighten me this time cousin Edward.

i should come with a sign saying: Warning: lacks aspirations and a social life.