Tuesday, June 20, 2006
its a fact :
'i don't need something that can be broken'. so thanks to all those who gave me a heart and who started my heart on its pilapitations. cause ,
i really don't need it anymore. please come over and take it back. i don't need and
i definately don't want a heart to begin with. from now till , i so deem fit. its hard enough trying to cope with school.
its even worse when there's a heart at play.i don't know if you noticed.
i am getting quiet. i don't wish to socialize anymore. at least not so often with the people that i barely even know. and i don't seek to make new friends with those in my class who
I SWEAR ; are giving me a hard time on the intention of fun. trust me , you'd get your fruits of labor soon enough.
i don't have to give them to you , you'd recieve it in a form of karma.i have definately
not gone introverted. at least i don't wish or think that i have become one. i don't wish to be like this. but this world ;
this life ; this place is so messed up i can't breathe anymore in this very choking society. Its taking more then i can give.
seeking more to feed its endless hunger inside. there's really not much to say.
i want my friends to stay happy. not bother about the
stupid people in the world who want to make their haven a hell for them.
i seriously detest those people who make them feel shallow and make them feel small. these are the exact
judgemental arses who should take a good look into the mirror on what they really are ... scum bags full of nonsense up their sleeves. i don't need to know what they are ... i just know that they are there. and
i hate every single second of their pressence on this earth.
and the most importantly ,
the ones who break and hang people in mid air thinking its some game of which its so fun to play. you know ...
'why not fish ; its fun and well ... i am not the one who's going to be the one getting hurt'. frankly speaking ... i don't really care. your policy is such :
it works. as long as the one who gets hurt is not me. ITS ALL GOOD.if i could name you. i would. you're making me become this huge dismantled arse. of which
i have got no comprehension to what i have changed to.
its not your fault. its mine. i shouldn't have let you in.kaaye\.- fark off.
die.
do anything.
just leave me alone.
memory and all.
memories locked at Tuesday, June 20, 2006