i am stressed. freakin' out even. i'm also sad coz nobody believes in me. even my closest friend. u felt that my i.q. sunk below sea level and my e.q., worse. i dont know what to feel. i cant summon tears, they're just not there. i cant be angry again and let bad karma raining on my parade.
mother thinks i can make it coz she feels i can. i want to believe her.
gooey
- observer, esq.
- i love everything, hate everything. i pray to God, the moon, the sun, the stars and the tiny animals underneath the earth's surface. i am evil. i am kind. i am a monster ill-contrived. i love LOVE, making love, and making nothing at all. i sometimes pretend i am a hermit and crouch on top of a mound of pillows and stay for an hour. when i feel like its time for the sun to set, i cover myself with a thick blanket and dream my way to slumber. music, movies, pda, omie, my ipod and miming are my allies. we ride on top the public transport system and proclaim our caste.
2 comments:
"nobody believes in me. even my closest friend."
So not true. The PDA believes in you. And who's your closest friend anyway? pffft.
love you dear.
"nobody believes in me. even my closest friend."
So not true. The PDA believes in you. And who's your closest friend anyway? pffft.
love you dear.
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