Oh, Roxannee ♥.
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.

8:53 PM, If You Could Smile For Me,
Monday, August 31, 2009

People don't exactly say things out, but it eats them inside.

I'm sorry i've hurt you for so long.
If i had taken your words seriously, maybe just once,
then yesterday wouldn't have to happen.
You can be such an angel, you're terribly nice to me.
Sometimes, i look at myself and all the things you've done for me,
and i just wonder if i deserve such goodness from you.
Especially when all i keep doing is to return all your goodness with my
bad attitude and nonsense.
I look up to you for being able to tolerate me for so long, for sticking by me
despite me being this difficult bitch i am.
I'll try to be better for you. I want to be better.

That sad look on your face, the forced smile on your lips and your eyes.
After what happened last night, my greatest wish today is to see you smile and laugh again.
Ily shimii.