Friday, October 22, 2004
.:. The Bitch Day Starts With .:.
I remembered sum1 sayin to me.."the way u see things are...wierd" well, cant blame any1 for feelin tat way. I may be the only 1 who can lite up my frens' lives, n i'll bet i can be the only 1 laffing in a hospital room full of dying ppl. Tats me. A guy so sick i even drive myself crazy. Now i dont even noe the reason i'm here, writin an entry again, maybe its coz i need to talk, to say sumthin, make myself heard... it's nice, bangin my fists on the keyboard , waitin for wen the damn thing's gonna break in 2... i'm juz pissed...i'm sick n still bein nagged for wakin up late... Wat, she thinks i like wakin up late? I'm pissed even at myself for tat...Isnt tat torture enuf?
I look in the mirror n wat do i see?
A monster, smilin at me.
Y's it lookin at me?
coz i smiled 1st.
why the hell did i do tat for?
to quench my curious thirst?
n then somehow upon me it dawned...
the monster's me, angry, hated,scorned...
.:. The Bitch day Ends .:.
3:35 PM
