Boo. I come from out of this planet. No superhero but i will save the world. Im crazy. I have a string of random thoughts from my head. Call me delusional. Spongebob's my friend.
She wants to know if I love her,
that’s all anyone wants from anyone else,
not love itself,
but the knowledge that love is there,
like regularly replacing unused batteries
for the flashlight in the emergency kit
in the hall closet.
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Saturday, November 27, 2010Y
Why do we keep hanging on even when we already know that it is never going to work out anymore? When the love is stained and all trust has been broken?! Why are we going back and forth with this silly little game which keeps hurting us? I don't fucking like the pain. I'm such a fucking idiot to have believed in you or love. Fuck this bullshit. You are not my life. I can still go on without you. But why the hell do i not want to let go. Why do i keep thinking that as long as you're still here, everything will be alright. I do not want to be controlled by this meaningless pathetic feeling anymore. I fucking hate you. Why is it so hard just to feel happy?! I want this to be over soon. I can't take this any longer.