Here I am, sitting in front of my F class. Using Aqila's blackberry, laying like a mess, feeling so lonely, don't know what should do, keep writing this pain ahead me, wanting something better but don't know what is it, speaking misspell words, blahblahblah-ing, waiting for nothing, and broken hearting.
What a pitty. Am tired and barely could breath. But helpless. I don't have idea what am writing here, my fingers like can't stop typing and my brain is like always know what the next word is. I need a hug, I need a kiss, I need a Love. I hate my figure, I hate my personality, I hate the terrible me. I'm listening to Metro Station, Vespertine, November Blessing, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Saosin, BMTH, Funeral for a friend. They are the top of my playlist on IPod right now, and maybe forever. I love them. I'm missing my friends besides am sitting with them directlty. Am brainless
What a pitty. Am tired and barely could breath. But helpless. I don't have idea what am writing here, my fingers like can't stop typing and my brain is like always know what the next word is. I need a hug, I need a kiss, I need a Love. I hate my figure, I hate my personality, I hate the terrible me. I'm listening to Metro Station, Vespertine, November Blessing, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Saosin, BMTH, Funeral for a friend. They are the top of my playlist on IPod right now, and maybe forever. I love them. I'm missing my friends besides am sitting with them directlty. Am brainless
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