Friday, May 26, 2006
someone called me just now
and fucked the hell out of me.
honestly, i couldn't figure why my cheeks were stained so quickly.
i've barely woken up and here's a call i dread.
but i thought i'm ok. i really thought so.
but the wet spots are saying otherwise.
anyway. either i keep wallowing,
or i ignore and lead my own route.
point is, i'm agonised by all the truth or possible frowns in what
everyone has spurted to me or i've gone through in my head.
so it's really confusing and i hate it!
i know you all are just trying to show your concerns.
or just waiting for me to give you money and whatever.
but most of u who are going on and on with it,
can't even handle your own damn life!
so what makes you think i can get it from you?
moreover, with the fact that what you all are saying
have been contemplating by myself before!
shut the fuck up.
else, when i leave,
don't even try to touch me.
christy the great.
i like nonsense
i love tangle