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Monday, March 21, 2011
@ 1:40 AM

Some times i need someone right here. A Listening ear. Some times i felt so alone, nobody knows. And when i tell my best friend about it, it doesnt matter because it's life, its mine, not hers.
I don't understand. Fuck all this.

I am really really contradicting. Ironic.
Whatever. Some times, you know, dying is so easy, so much easier. But you got through the things you would miss if you die, but then again, you can't miss anything when you are dead, right?
Alright writing these is like condemning myself. what should i do. FUCK.


When whispers no longer survive;




Happy.
Because there's you and me.