perfect standstill

Friday, July 22, 2005

i'm like the yellowed wall off the corridor
with sprouting cracks climbing up north
and i think the ceiling has got something for me
cuz its moving in closer every night

i'm claustrophobic mind you

fcuk it

i really dun fcuking understand whats ur fcuking prob
i dun wanna see the fcukin things u do in ur drunken stupor
dun take wad u dun wanna feel remorseful bout on me
thats ur side of things to take care bout, none of mine
if u dun want me around, fcukin let me know
i dun want an eyesore around either

this's the reason why i dun appreciate my presence at home

oh and wads the fcukin prob wit me and breakin glasses?!
i swear they fcukin hate me and its as though theyre cursed upon my touch
they either
1. fall to their death
2. crushed
3. or theyll just fly and perform suicidal acts

pardon my use of language
i must say these are just some of the things my puny brain is best at conjuring sometimes

xiang, i guess we're on the same side of the globe now
but anyway, anything ill do to cheer u up
name it and ull get it
as long as it dusn require $$
call me if u need to alright?
haha

dammit
i sound damn angry
and senseless
den again,
indeed i am

xoxo
3:42 PM