Friday, August 29, 2008 9:16 pm
hopeless and helpless.The trouble now is i can't really keep my acid tongue under control. The only feasible solution is if i became less sensitive.
I was in bed reading and enjoying the stillness of the night. There was a sudden knock on the door, it was her. I had no choice but to crack the carapace of my solitude and pretend civility. I doubt she realized how unpleasant this was for me and that i really did not want to hear whatever it is she needed to tell me. She seem unfazed and continued, not caring if she was heard. It is quite nearly too much to bear. Can't she see i was thoroughly enjoying the commoving book prior to her intrusion? Doesn't she realize that obsessive self-pity is an all-consuming activity that leaves no room for conversation? Pfft. On and on she went...
There be good times and bad times.Past weeks has been rather rough on me. i need you.
to boybys : i dunno whether u going to read this but im so sorry for all the nonsense. showing tantrum to you every now and then with the condition u having now. SORRY. i need the old you. you used to make me the luckiest girl on the earth. i dunno what happen. maybe im not a good enough. tell me what you wanted me to do. i'll make you great to be a man. with a woman who can stand. who will never promise to leave her man.making vows to please her man. protect you from the pain. i miss goofy old you. im numb now. oh god! i miss you. really.
