"Her beauty, her graceful figure.. she is nothing but an image in my mind of who she is, what she is. I want her, I desire her, I fucked her. And she whispers sweet habits and tales of her own reverie. As two different beings, perhaps the things that are longed, are spectrums apart. Yet, pole to pole, her attractions increase, and it cannot remain like this. I won't stay for her, how would I.. it ends here. There is nothing I will do.

..And the days go by.
she looks so sad."

What the fuck is wrong with people?

I thought I had issues, haha.

On a lighter note,

I've let go, over a lot of things. I am over, and in between, filled in, the gaps that people have left me behind with. So when I say and its your turn.. your pathetic. And that part of you will always remain unnoticed to those with unforseen eyes. It's all wrong, all of it.

Just let go, just breathe. Before your heart takes it all and breaks it, just stop. Its now or never, only. Remember now because you may forget. Wish to hold because its all you have left, you must not.

Fly. Steal. Tear. AWAY

"HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO LET HIM FUCK YOU OVER."

-Thirteen (the movie)

13/05/06.

You see him walking down the hallway, and all of a sudden you get this feeling that overcomes your whole body. And you get taken aside to how things used to be, you smile.

And then..

hah, FUCK THAT.