Sunday, October 05, 2008
i think the problem lies with me.
its like three years and there's still no progress.
God, when will this end?
i wait.
and wait.
and wait.
and wait.
until i'm so sick of waiting.
kill me.
sprayy`
+ 10:33 PM
i feel like.
vanishing off in a soft gentle puff of smoke. like i've never existed before. feel like hiding under the bed covers and pretend i'm just cotton. lay still until the world ends. feel like stopping. just stopping in my step and freeze. melt. dissolve. feel like sleeping forever. forever. forever.
all these and more.
escapism.
sprayy`
+ 10:30 PM