|
Welcome /
Life, what is it all for? my fellow feeler /
shu nv :)one lil pig daniil make-belief Friend /
Archives /
November 2007January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 May 2010 June 2010 July 2010 August 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 December 2010 January 2011 February 2011 March 2011 April 2011 May 2011 June 2011 Recent
Oh dear.Why are you so nice? :) I miss the old times.I miss all the connection tha... why can't you stop being nice to me :(it's driving... I'm dying inside.All these gotta stop.It's killing... It was a normal date.The guy was nothing but aweso... A wave of sadness rushed over me.It's never right,... I'm so tired, so exhaustedbut I can't stop.It's fe... truckloads of uncivilized pigs,shipped from the an... nothing but happiness and bliss :)Don't pop my bub... lil pests/
Credits /
This skin is produced by Headlight Productions. The icons are from Three More Steps. All codes are meticulously hand-coded, and can not be used as basecodes or reference. All css and javascript in the code passes validation.© Copyright Headlight 2008 - Forever. All Rights Reserved. |
//Saturday, March 5, 2011 9:27 AM
You appeared in my dreams last night.
You tried saying goodbye. But I was too busy indulging in my own fun. And I missed it. Aren't dreams supposed to be a mirror of reality? It's so warped up. I'm so warped up. You were the reason I gave to another. It drew the soul out of him. He became withdrawn and I saw the sunshine evaporate out from him. Not his chirpy, happy go lucky self any more. The guilt is eating me up, thought I've done nothing wrong. On the other hand, I felt liberated, from him too. I was getting really sick and tired of him. I'm sorry. It's a roundabout, it's a lazy Susan. We never get what we want. Life is mocking at us. What's wrong with me? |
|
|