you know life just seems so funny. its like its all a game. in order to succeed, i got to play by everyone elses rules and in order to maintain i have to live by my rules.
being vulnerable is just me.
sometimes i get really pissed off and i just do not know what to do or where to go. i want to run but can seem to pick up my feet. i want to cry but cant seem to find a reason. i enjoy my sorrow. it haunts me if i do not give him his time. sorrow incapacitates me and he really fucks me. he fucks me hard. he fucks me like a pimp on steroids. he comes in and grabs me and tells me i am his and he is not letting me go passes out.
he enjoys my tears it gives him his relief. he tells me if i do not cry then i am not myself. he tells me that he wants to own me and control my world. his view is the only view to see.
he is always mean to me.
he makes me hurt myself.
i pile drive my head into a wall, hoping that it might just burst
...im confounded
...im serious
i kick the shelves as a way to run away from him and show that i am strong. however he laughs in my face and tells me i am weak, i cannot change my situation and i have no control.
i want to blame my dad.
my dad created me.
he introduced me to sorrow, therefore he is responsible too. who will punish him? who will correct his wrongs that have altered my life possibly forever. what if forever is soon ending. what if forever is soon never.
how come i have no control over my thoughts...can i control my actions..JOSH calls.
the conversation ends. he is a good guy. or is he.
i wish i knew where life began to meet the external forces that arrive in my life. everything is created for a purpose right? i hope so...then there must be a purpose for my existence and a purpose for the forces in my life. why r they so jealous of me. what power do i really have? am i a threat?
Dive into Formality! :D
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Formal, my next topic is because I'm going to Istana Budaya (IB) and there
are no jeans, T-Shirts and sandals allowed. So, I thought of wearing
something ...
13 years ago