gissy truly sux.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

What to say?

I ask myself what love is.

I ask myself why I don't know the answer.

I ask myself if I am the best in anything at all.

I ask myself why I am so competitive.

I ask myself why I don't care when I lose.

I ask myself if its because its over.

I ask myself why I really, truly believe that I don't care if I didn't do well.

I ask myself why I suddenly care after not caring.

I ask myself if he has anything to do with it.

I ask myself: Studies or him, or studies and him?

I'll try the latter before the former.

It never used to be like that. I did so well for my O levels. And I met him lots.

No, we're not fighting. No, we're not quarrelling. No, I'm not losing the feeling. No, I'm not meeting him more than I used to. No, he doesn't read my blog often. No, I don't know why I dare to tell you all this. No, I don't know what my point is in telling you all this. No, I'm not sure if its because I need someone to listen, but I want to feel as though no one is listening.

I know its stress, people. If there's anything you do, DON'T be like me. I seem like I'm alright, but really, I'm not.

Relationships weren't made for kids like me.

darkness falls at 6:36 PM

Eyes which don't know impurity look at me,

Reflecting the forever endlessly continuing earth,

Tracing the remains of my forgotten tears with a little finger.

about me.

Don't you WISH I would describe myself here so that you can find out more about me, or find something disgusting to gossip about?

I am a Scorpio. (Also known as "Scorpion") My Horroscope starts like this:
" Scorpios are highly dangerous, even at a distance. They cheat and lie, live for intrigue, and take pleasure in destroying. " (Read more | Find yours)