Maybe we're bent and broken... @ Friday, May 05, 2006
My hands are trembling.
The adrenaline rush is over.
My arms feel weak and drained.
Slightly nauseous.
To people/persons
What gives you the right to judge someone?
no one is perfect
what the freak makes you think you are?
unlike you
I face my truth
yes I am a slacker
and I'll admit openly
If you have the gall to insult me
do it to my face
if you have any guts at all
you popularise yourself
through the defeat/ridicule of others
and then you go around
as if you OWN the world
it takes all my self-control not to stab you there and then
I lost myself in anger... the rage isnt being quenched or quelled
Now that thats off my chest
I can go on about stuff
Midyears coming up
yet the fear is not in my heart
is that good?
Sometime through P5
after june hols
I slacked during that time
and since that day
I've lost any want to study
now I'm actually trying.
Shocking?
I don't know. I can't answer your question. I can't say what im uncertain of.
You two complete idiots.
To her: He doesn't freaking like you anymore. He has the illusion that you hate him or something. Do me a favour and HELP ME OUT HERE.
To him: for goodness sakes, when I'm quiet, it means I'm thinking. Your too-much-coffee attitude has begun to tick me off. Things were actually better when you knew less.