Monday, August 10, 2009 ♥

i feel like telling someone something.but im afraid they'd laugh right into my face.but having these dreams are bad.its just imaginations.brain play.if dreams were like horses,beggars be riding already.but at times,my heart shrinks and it hurts and i wanna yell out loud.and i keep looking at people and wondering when it'd be my turn.because im sick of being alone and unconcerned.i can't tell anyone anything.my confidante has gone and disappear right in my very eyes.i miss you but i dont think you do me.fuck it.its over.still knotted and not untied.

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