Monday, October 24, 2005
run
I clasped my hand.Tight enough to feel the blood oozing.Nostalgic swims in.Unbearable
im not starting work tomorrow,well actually it was supposed to be today,but somehow or rather,its was posponed till after the big raya celebration.i felt acerbic prickling in.my head was light.its fruitless running away.it will only compound to my own negligence
how can i forgo the plans?
i produce a litle shudder and dare not move.
the whole day was fucked up.i wrench opened the fridge repeatingly hoping to find for some food or something.I know i dislike pineapple juice,but whatever.i then quaffed down.Seriously,fighting makes your throat dry and choked.
You old sick retarded biatch.
marfi @ 9:20 PM