Written on: Sunday, November 16, 2008 Time: 8:51 AM
Numb.
i didnt understand jealousy was a sin. till today.
neither, have i realised. it's wrong to get jealous. this all happened due to jealousy and no one could help me get out of this. not even the closest person next to me. it's not a 'could not' help me kinda thing. but it's a 'chooose to ignore' and leave me alone to pick myself up. well, what am i in the position to say anything now. clearly stated and black and white that i don't mean, well, anything. and i guess i shouldn't really care anymore. checking my phone and anxiously thinking who the missed calls are from. was so sleepy that i fell asleep at 10 and had this suudden alarm clock in me to wake up MIDNIGHT to see whose still online. i mean, why bother, right? reasons, excuses, reasons, excuses. all the same. where's the solution. SO-LU-TION. if there was one i could come up with, i would have said it. but noooooo, i dont. so what. torture and drown myself in reasons and excuses as solutions to the whole damn thing. sigh. even if there was a solution, would you abide it? nah. it's exactly 1am. and you've ran through my head the whole day and night. why bother, eh?
i-dont-care, i'll remember you for that.
Written on: Sunday, November 16, 2008 Time: 8:51 AM
Numb.
i didnt understand jealousy was a sin. till today.
neither, have i realised. it's wrong to get jealous. this all happened due to jealousy and no one could help me get out of this. not even the closest person next to me. it's not a 'could not' help me kinda thing. but it's a 'chooose to ignore' and leave me alone to pick myself up. well, what am i in the position to say anything now. clearly stated and black and white that i don't mean, well, anything. and i guess i shouldn't really care anymore. checking my phone and anxiously thinking who the missed calls are from. was so sleepy that i fell asleep at 10 and had this suudden alarm clock in me to wake up MIDNIGHT to see whose still online. i mean, why bother, right? reasons, excuses, reasons, excuses. all the same. where's the solution. SO-LU-TION. if there was one i could come up with, i would have said it. but noooooo, i dont. so what. torture and drown myself in reasons and excuses as solutions to the whole damn thing. sigh. even if there was a solution, would you abide it? nah. it's exactly 1am. and you've ran through my head the whole day and night. why bother, eh?
i-dont-care, i'll remember you for that.
Dirty FUNK!
ANNE
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