Friday, April 20, 2007 @11:52 PM
All I need is a good disguise.
One where nobody can recognise that i'm feeling so small.
Occasionally i wished i could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so i would finally look like how i felt. Sometimes I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it could be terminal. The speed of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if i am stuck down here for good?
Counting down, 4 more hours to go!I can't waaiitt!Anybody willing to help me with my withdrawal symptoms?Hahaha!
ClapBangKiss ♥