on the not so sunny side of the street

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

this is gonna be one of those.
i just know it.
i hate to type all this.
but it's my page and i AM allowed to whine.
and bemoan my sadness.
CAN.

shit.
it doesnt help at all.
that damien's singing theblower'sdaughter.
not now.
alahmak.

i feel this compelling need to 'report' myself.
just so i can keep my sanity where it belongs.

i HATE the fact that it's a flat screen to kiss goodnight

i HATE the fact that i'd 'accidentally' clicked on my 'nasgul' icon THRICE today on messenger

i HATE the fact that it's your voicemail just to purposely hear your voice to calm me down

i HATE sleeping with my phone so close and it has you&me yet it didnt say you called or msggd

i HATE that it's smelly koyoks in exchange for your massages

i HATE that guy who wore that motorhead tee who sat on my school steps just now

i HATE to see all the blardy couples all around me

i HATE because i know

all
i
need
is
your
voice

THAT'S ALL i SWEAR

and i hate sounding like some lousy hopeless goner
CAN

day one down.
day two upcoming.
anymore?
_

my application's in
pray me well
mum's for it so that's a yay for netty

imissmybabyboo
andiknowthatweknowthat
he'sfineanditwillallbeoversoon
but.. soonisjustnotfastenough

posted at Tuesday, January 16, 2007 by Husniyati