these are momentary feelings; pieces of my troubled mind; i write what i think, what i think is what i feel, what i feel is what I am and what i am is what i am...... and if only promises could erase the past, I could open my heart enough to take it all back. But Ive been down this road, time and time again. And I've learned the hard way how the story always ends...
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Too fucked up today. I hate what happened last night. So much for all the good stuffs. So fucked up. I could definitely use this long weekend away from too fucked up night jungle. I dont like how it turned out. This is so unfair. I didnt sign up for this shit! I think i wanna do something stupid. Kill the witch, bitch!