miércoles, agosto 17, 2005
[ 985. Picking Up ]
After a supposed week or two of being in the dumps, i thought that life is slowing picking up, despite being busy. But heck, each time i pick up speed, something just loves tripping me over emotionally.
"I spit at you, you big arsehole. I don't need no recognition from you anymore, and i don't give a damn where you may go. No more favours i need of you, no more help i'm giving you. You piece of shit."
Ok, i'm appeased. And i'll be heading back camp real soon.
Oh yes, let me speak in code again. I lost it. Lost it to someone else. It's now then i realized, no matter how much a girl says no, they still want to be treated like a princess at all times. |
Shannon left at 8:00 p. m..