I listen to people's stories all the time. They talk to me, trying to get consolation. After they did, they left. And when I fucked myself up and cannot say a word about it, I just weep alone.

i pray. pray that tears rolling down the cheek and even down to the neck help in anyway. No they don't. Ya, you guys just keep coming out and keep rolling down, i don't mind.

i think i'll need to stop writing negative things in this blog. keeping these desperation and shitty stuff somewhere else might be a better idea. at least this causes nobody worry.

i finally get to know what confusion or limbo is. when one's deprived of the ability to tell fiction from reality, confusion makes its appearance. Confusion, in the truest sense of the word, comes ripping all the sanity apart. If only tears could help. If only wishes were granted totally. If only bleeding stopped.

when one's lost grip on reality. limbo comes.

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  • flo
  • i can talk if you want. seriously.
  • with this message of yours, Flo, i feel soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much warmth, SERIOUSLY.

    i will.

    ananko 於 2010/07/27 10:15 回覆