damaged tape.

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Saturday, September 10, 2005 4:01 AM

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Why am I updating everyday...what I wrong with me?? I am seriously in the doldrums....the holidays are ending and I just wanna sleep.... since I have nothing to say, here's a poem that I found in some crappy notebook paper found in my schoolbag...
When I close my eyes, I think of my demise, where there is no pain felt, no hurt..nothing. Blood may be coming from me, but there is no feeling. I cry so hard. Since I am going to die. Maybe when I wake up there might be revelation....for me.

What the hell was I thinking when I wrote that poem? Its abit too morbid for me....

Feeling- Pissed T__T Music- For Fruits Basket by Ritsuko Osaki

+I'm thirsting for revenge...+

rewind.