it only takes a moment to knot ourselves together like the ends of a rope, longing to be knotted together, but even lovers have still lives, whole months where they hang together like moths.

8.11.2007

you told me you wanted to eat up my sadness.

i need to go outside.


im tired of unreliable. i need to be around people who wont stress me out.
because otherwise my heart may actually explode into a million smushy pieces. all over your fucking face because you thought i was patient. i am but theres only so much i can take.

anyways on a lighter note.
ive got lots of movies to watch in the near future.

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what can i do now that i cannot find the words i need, now that your name is not enough.

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