Sunday, October 22, 2006

Partially lost

*Drinks*

Vodka is the best companion when a part of your brain is temporarily lost and not found.

The face is blushing, inflamed like a red lobster. It feels hot on the inside, and cold on the outside. Just the same like the one drinking it.

The shell is closed. It has been quite some time. Nobody will ever understand a single thing. Not even one because I chose to make it that way. And it shall remain like that forever. I don't need anyone to understand it too.

So just mind your own fcuking business and get your asses out of my life! I know how much I'm worth and I seriously don't need sympathies or pretentious fucktards. Leave me alone.