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Saturday, May 24, 2008
and so what i had thought of, really happened. blame it on my insensitivity. blame it on my way of communication. however way you like it.
i repeated myself time and time again. i just hope it enters.
i hate the way things are right now.
you feel me? GAHHH. i just have so many things to say but its freaking hard to do so here. hell and damnation.
i'm just chocking on all my words now. i type i delete. i type i delete.
wtf is this.
this has to past and be buried under sand, never to be shown again.
but will it?
you have no idea how much its bothering me inside. it wasnt the way things are suppose to be. it never was. to be taken as a sinner. sucks big time. FUCK.
will things go back to the way it orginally was? i just realise i do not have someone whom i can exactly turn to at 12am. one whom i can pour everything out and go how?
bruised
except you. i think. but look at how things are now. worst nightmare ever.
i repeated myself time and time again. i just hope it enters.
i hate the way things are right now.
you feel me? GAHHH. i just have so many things to say but its freaking hard to do so here. hell and damnation.
i'm just chocking on all my words now. i type i delete. i type i delete.
wtf is this.
this has to past and be buried under sand, never to be shown again.
but will it?
you have no idea how much its bothering me inside. it wasnt the way things are suppose to be. it never was. to be taken as a sinner. sucks big time. FUCK.
will things go back to the way it orginally was? i just realise i do not have someone whom i can exactly turn to at 12am. one whom i can pour everything out and go how?
bruised
except you. i think. but look at how things are now. worst nightmare ever.