Tuesday, 19 June 2007

Enough

Fuck this.
Why do I bother.
Fucking fucking fuck it.
Its not worth THIS.
I want me back again.
I don't want to be this.
I want to fucking stop this.
I WANT TO BE ME AGAIN!
I WANT MYSELF BACK!
I wonder where she is.

Sunday, 10 June 2007

Heart

We started singing just a little too soon.

Saturday, 2 June 2007

Fuck it.

Theres no point in anything.
Everyone lets you down in the end.
The people you thought were friends leave you without saying goodbye.
They just leave and they don't tell you that there gone.
Its like everything else in the world.
You turn your back for a moment and its all gone.
I'm sick of feeling used.
Picked up and throwen away when I'm not needed.
Yet theres something very repedative about this whole thing.
That I let it happen every time.
Because I'm so fucking selfish that all I want people there.
Am I being selfish?
Expecting people to hold to their comitments and promises.
After all promises are made to be broken.
No one really changes.
People never grow up.
They just disguse themself as reponsible adults.

Sorrys no good enough anymore.