Tuesday, 1 September 2009
10:09:38 AM (GMT)
My life is ironic; filled with noncomittal lies and daybreak severities. However,
It's just as it is. My life. There's nothing everso dramatic than that.
My virtues are twisted. My whole world is spinning fast but I'm slower than a snail;
it's already moving forward while I'm still at the start. Curse and curse, but I will
never be great.
I always fall hard for the persons who dont feel the same way. But when i fall out of
love, they begin to develop feelings. Why is it always like that? Maybe because I am
cursed. Or just unlucky like that. But I know I'll find someone who will love me at
the right time.
I am a masochist, really. Loving pain like its the best thing in the world. But
there's nothing more beautiful than pain and death, itself. However, a sadist I am. I
tend to provoke the people I hate and cause them neverending hurt. (And I'm just in
it for the lulz) But that's what I am.
Easy to love, yet hard to understand. And even harder to forget.
But many hates me. For my unworthiness. For always being missing. For always giving.
For wanting to recieve too. For always running away from my problems. For always
being tired. For wishing for a true friend. For needing love. ...and for being the
person i was born to be.
ok.i'll shut up now.