it's a mad rush.
to cheryl: I completely understand now.
sigh
Wednesday, January 17
Sunday, January 14
Monday, January 8
that disgusting music.

its like this never-ending tape. Just as you think the tape is finishing, it replays. and you find yourself sitting through it all over again. you want to walk away but the loud music resonates throughout the hallways. you cover your ears, you hide under your pillow. but its here, there and everywhere. it eats at you. floods your thoughts. you want to walk away. but its here, there and everywhere. and the only way to not listen to it.
is to die.
Thursday, January 4
i am going going gone.
There is no word i can find to describe the way i feel right now.
It's that kind of situation which i have seen and heard of but i dont want to be in.
it's that type of relationship where we're only linked by name.
you are fucking unreasonable.
i hate you.
It's that kind of situation which i have seen and heard of but i dont want to be in.
it's that type of relationship where we're only linked by name.
you are fucking unreasonable.
i hate you.
Monday, January 1
and so the last two days of 2006 came and went.
I spent it in bed nursing a gastric flu.
The initial hours of 2007 was spent frantically trying to send and receive messages.
Not a very good end, not a splendid beginning.
Just crossing my fingers and hoping it will get better from here on.
Happy new year you all..
I spent it in bed nursing a gastric flu.
The initial hours of 2007 was spent frantically trying to send and receive messages.
Not a very good end, not a splendid beginning.
Just crossing my fingers and hoping it will get better from here on.
Happy new year you all..
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