I realise i have yet to see so much and feel so much. As much as i want to, i am stuck in this small cubicle of mine.. How much more can i take when i can't even handle the thoughts i am having, the perceptions i have cultivated? No man think alike. Who would one truly understand another when you are still you?
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Contradicting piece of shit.
I wish i have the power to knock some sense to some people. OR maybe i am the one that is senseless. I wish the things will turn out the way i wanted. But that won't be challenging. I wish i could be free, maybe i am keeping myself locked. I wish shallow people will just die, they just don't. I wish people will just show you a their heart and not pretend, but thats too much to ask. What if i say I'm not like the others? That will be just another piece of bullshit. Its neverending same old shit. Thats alot of shit. I have constipation.
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