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feels like there is absolutely no good reason for me to go home early or spend most of my time in our house... because what's here for me is chores, chores and chores alone.. not that i don't wanna help mah parents... its because.. aahhh! i miss hangin' out with mah friends outside every night.. but wut can i do, they all left me here, alone! shetness! they moved to another place out of their own reasons.. but... but.. RAWR! ARGH! damn! whenever i have some conflicts i've no one to turn to.. don't wanna let my parents know for they already have some burden, which are oh so heavier than i do.. don't wanna add up to it.. and that ofcourse leads to suppression.. and suppression .. and suppression.. until i go.. KABLAAM!!! nyehehe..
i miss that PLACE but hell, i can't go there.. it may take me months before i could do so... i just hope that when that day comes, it'd be like nothing bad actually happened.. yeah right.. that's too impossible.. or am i just being pessimistic again? aahhhh.... wat eber!
i've a poem (or is it?) here.. i made it myself... it came to be out of depression... so here it goes..
A Kiss To My Salvation
i cling on to a vine to keep my self from drowning
in the sea of hatred
that waves frenetically
and eats one's sanity greedily
people whom i care for
i can't understant them at all
they tell me a million times they cherish me
but it is the otherwise that speaks blaringly
no matter how i endure the torture
my heart just refuses to accept the reality
leaving traces of blood and tears
on the scarred face of this pathetic being
the waves reach out and grab me
my hands slowly unleash the grip
i descend, sink, diminish
i kiss my salvation i found in the sea
well.. yeah.. that's it.. you're free to laugh at it, or hate it...
i miss that PLACE but hell, i can't go there.. it may take me months before i could do so... i just hope that when that day comes, it'd be like nothing bad actually happened.. yeah right.. that's too impossible.. or am i just being pessimistic again? aahhhh.... wat eber!
i've a poem (or is it?) here.. i made it myself... it came to be out of depression... so here it goes..
A Kiss To My Salvation
i cling on to a vine to keep my self from drowning
in the sea of hatred
that waves frenetically
and eats one's sanity greedily
people whom i care for
i can't understant them at all
they tell me a million times they cherish me
but it is the otherwise that speaks blaringly
no matter how i endure the torture
my heart just refuses to accept the reality
leaving traces of blood and tears
on the scarred face of this pathetic being
the waves reach out and grab me
my hands slowly unleash the grip
i descend, sink, diminish
i kiss my salvation i found in the sea
well.. yeah.. that's it.. you're free to laugh at it, or hate it...