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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me. |
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4:06 PM,
Sunday, March 2, 2008
It bothers me that i'm all alone. It hurts me that i don't know why we won't talk. I may not be all alone but its just not the same anymore. I'm getting all drama about this but then again,by caring,i'm not being immature am i? Well,sometimes i just care too much. How do i know that she,at the other end of the line,cares this much about me,like i care about her? Maybe she don't even care. Maybe she's not even giving a damn. But things are different without her. And now,even Fasha won't talk to me. At first,it was just only her. Now its Fasha. Haizz..Its no wonder i feel so down in class everyday. So folks in 2e1,please do not make me mad in the days to come. I'm dealing with 2 relationship problems with two different people. And u people have no idea just how much its hurting me. You might see me dreaming or putting on a sucker's face in class. That's the cue for you to leave me alone and DON'T bother me. I'm ugly when i'm mad. P.S:I miss being six.I need a time machine. P.P.S:I think she looks hot in that new haircut of hers.Don't let me fall for her,dear God. |