Monday, April 16, 2007

Home

I’m home. I feel as though I’m truly home. The air smells heavenly, my car and my babies are here, most importantly, I’m back in my safe cocoon’s arms.

So why do I feel lost, again? Seems as though I’d be lost no matter where I am. Am I doomed to be like this? Or am I trying to hard to settle down too quickly?

My life’s a mess. I’m an emotional mess, I’m in financial mess and physically, I’m horrified.

There better be a light at the end of this deep dark tunnel.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Insincere bitch

didn't ur momma teach u manners? ever heard of what courtesy is?

Don't tell me you want to come out tonight, because it's my last night here.
Don't tell me we'd drink, talk and be merry

Then turn around and...

get everyone to call me as though i organised it
sleep and not say a thing to me
and ask me, instead, what am i and everyone else is doing?

what the fuck is wrong with you? I didn't ask to go out with you in the first place.
i cancelled all appointments because you assume that, being my good friend, we'd spend time together.

Insincere bitch.

p/s - it's not the first time, obviously won't be the last.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Try

Try to understand me
Try to understand what I mean when I say I’m alright or I’m ok or I’m fine.

I’m not.

And for the last time, I’m NOT strong. I don’t want to be strong
I just want to run away.

What dreams may come





i remember watching this movie. I was depressed then. but it gave me the sense of peace i needed.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

So I don’t care if there is(or not) something going on between the two of you.
Why drag me into this? I don’t need your sympathy, I certainly didn’t feel the need to witness the revolting intimacy.

Why me? Why put me through the uncomfortable silence of a stranger? To be enthusiastically faking happiness, to reminisce days that was never mine, to relive the pain of going through puberty.

So my life sucks. You win.
I hope u are happy talking and “sympathising” with my sad sad life.
One day you’ll understand.

Monday, April 02, 2007

I came back anticipating tough times. And boy, was I ever right.
I don’t think I can even write about it. I’m just so…..tired.

Why?