Im a bloody stoopid ass
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
To make you happy, i had to make myself miserable.. wtf.. i dun tink u ever think bout how i felt.. i dun tink u ever noe hw i felt.. all u know is wat u wan and wat u need~ u nv spare a tout for me..
its time to grow up bt u nv did.. its time to stop the fun bt u nv would.. haix.. i bloody bloody sick of this life.. wat can i say.. im juz a bloody stoopid ass who would get soft hearted each time and let u have wat u wan.. im juz a bloody stoopid fool who wans to make u happy and in end causing hurt to myself, making myself even miserable..
wat u only knew was to flare ur temper at me.. if u wan it ur way.. u juz need to blow ur top.. sitting down and talk wasnt ur habit.. kicking stuff and throwing things are wat u know..
can u tell me when i can walk out of this life.. can u tell me when u can stop making me miserable.. tell me when u will learn to grow up and be serious in life..
argggghhhhh.... how i wish i can leave this bloody world, throw this stoopid mess away... shits...
Im a bloody stoopid ass
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
To make you happy, i had to make myself miserable.. wtf.. i dun tink u ever think bout how i felt.. i dun tink u ever noe hw i felt.. all u know is wat u wan and wat u need~ u nv spare a tout for me..
its time to grow up bt u nv did.. its time to stop the fun bt u nv would.. haix.. i bloody bloody sick of this life.. wat can i say.. im juz a bloody stoopid ass who would get soft hearted each time and let u have wat u wan.. im juz a bloody stoopid fool who wans to make u happy and in end causing hurt to myself, making myself even miserable..
wat u only knew was to flare ur temper at me.. if u wan it ur way.. u juz need to blow ur top.. sitting down and talk wasnt ur habit.. kicking stuff and throwing things are wat u know..
can u tell me when i can walk out of this life.. can u tell me when u can stop making me miserable.. tell me when u will learn to grow up and be serious in life..
argggghhhhh.... how i wish i can leave this bloody world, throw this stoopid mess away... shits...
so you wanna know more?
With soft gray eyes she gloomed and glowered;
With soft red lips she sang a song:
What knight might gaze upon her face,
Nor fare along?
For all her looks were full of spells,
And all her words, of sorcery;
And in some way they seemed to say,
"Oh, come with me! oh, come with me!
Oh, come with me, my love, Sir Kay!"--
How should he know the witch, I trow,
Morgan La Fey?
-- Cawein, Madison J. (1865-1914), "Morgan La Fey"
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