de javu. and not in a good way.

most days i wake feeling empty, but this week has been particularly bad. so how much more can i thank an old friend, arm in arm with our chianti classico, for making it right again. (:

walk away, now. i say, now.

in the process of building a fortress, so i don't get hurt ever again. this time, higher, stronger and bigger than before.

stand up, walk away.

point the obvious out to me, please.

can't believe you just called me that.

it's funny how i only start to write when I'm upset over something. i dont understand, why we quarrel. why do we quarrel over nothing? i wish i could just walk away, and not have to ever deal with it. we need to move on. that's all.