maybe.
I might well create one new one... just to end things here.
post number 85.well that might just be little.
oh well. when i finish my first entry of my blog, i'll let you guys noe... from my multiply i guess..
a link that would be up for just a week.
too bad for those that dont get it.
just went from happy.
making someone's day
to this.
crumbs on the table.
having no idea on why i feel like that.
maybe too many people feeling like that might make me feel this way.
never wrote a meaningful post yet.. might not yet..
i want to get so sick.
i wish
till the point that lifting my finger might as well hurt myself.
till the point that no weight can be left on my foot.
got so many things that i want.. yet i cant get them
a good footwear from queensway.
a good bag from crumpler.
a couple of good shirts.
a good wallet.
an unbelievable friend
a mind that works as i wish that it pleases.
Am i worth a cent in the eyes of people?
where am i at all?
i spend my cash on my frens.
but i dont ever expect that they would come back
why do people suspect me?
i mean no harm.
no harm to them but myself.
i at most can only hurt myself.
nothing more.
something tells me that i,
wish to see my blood again. this feeling.
that i can bleed again.
sometimes feeling that pain again might be good.
but there is a promise.
i've come to be invisible once more.
i float aimlessly now, heading to directions that i dont know where to talk from.
maybe the pain will tell me how am i.
hurt me my frens,
if you dare so please.
i need to wake up. dont just jab me.
slap me. pinch me. i'm still in this paranioal state for which my mind is still and can still drift.
ARgh!....
not worth a cean means not costing a cent.
it means costing more than it. DONT you get it?
why do people see such negative things?
why do people react to others on how they feel?
why do i change so much when i see you online?
do i really need it?
staring at the sky, bleeding from my eyes, ears and mouth.
