floating

2008/01/30

sick

sick of people, sick of them feeling sorry for themselves, sick of them talking, sick of them writting, sick of them making it be my burden.

take some medicine, do drugs, go pray, do yoga, there are better things in life than the screen

yea yea who's talkin'

breathe in, breathe out

let the good karma in, be the person you'd like to meet some day, try to understand, even if you learned by now that what goes around doesn't come around. what's the point i'm never gonna meet that person? here's a crazy thought maybe i can create that person...but there will never be enough of them :'(

breathe in, breathe out

i understand now: life has made you so and you were to little to fight it back, you never took time to breathe, to think, you just bursted into flames by every little thing that was different from your ideal.
maybe you're not good, maybe you're not the one to judge, maybe good is bad and bad is good, maybe one should remain open minded.

sick of giving advices, being the shoulder to lean on and then being the one to blame. everything i ever did was well ment, always in your best interest, 'cos you were too blind and too stupid to utter the truth from time to time. don't you get it this is your second chance? be glad, but know you can't afford screw-ups anymore. and if YOU make a mess don't point that finger at me.

here's advice, here's my shoulder, blame it on me...i dare you.

now, forget the advice, i'd never take it, but where's my fucking shoulder, why can't I get to blame someone else?

that's good karma for you!

posted by calamity @ 1/30/2008 10:00:00 am 1 comments

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