27 January 2007

To all readers: A pile of shit below. Read at ur own risk.



what is this?

Fustration.

Pain.

All combined into one.

And what do u get?

Fustration+Pain=Edwin.



Dun really know wad to say actually.

How can I be affected by these little things u do?

Should have ended it off.. 2 months ago.

I was so successful.. at forgeting u

until i decided to give up.

and fight for u.

fatal move.

now what ever is happening is killing me.

...

...

FUCK! Just screwed stuff up myself.

DAM!

WHAT THE FUCK?!

omg.. cant believe i just replied like that.

the tone is bloody wrong.

DAM IT!



Its all becos of anger i think.

anger.. fustration.

noone can think properly with their chest felt like being squeezed into the size of a ping pong ball.

Its so pek chek.. if u know what i mean.

alright.. i m dead.

Someone save me please.



SHIT MAN!

now wad.. shes not replying.

oh man.. i love my bloody life.

sorry for the vulgarities guys.

use them when i m damn irritated.. just like now.



ok relax man.

...

shit la.. shit.



hold on man.

she dun even care why shd u?

yea man.. why shd i give a shit abt someone who doesnt give a shit abt me?

even if one day i die.. i doubt i can see her tearing for me.

yea man.. thats the attitude! Ignore her.. ignore.. ignore..

ya.. all she have on her mind is him.. and onli him. you dont get a fucking chance in at least the next 3 months.

ya.. i dun get a bloody chance.. so why not just say good bye.

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