; fucked up

I had an (almost) beautiful dream. Compared to the nightmares I get in abundance, I'm really in no position to complain.

But. FUCK.

My mom lost $1k+ in the house. Thief within these walls. I wonder who..

I searched desperately for my pack of cigs. Finally pinpointed its location after a couple of calls, then wham bam thank you mam it wasn't there!

Guess what, no guess what?

My goddamn grandmother THREW it away cos she insisted there wasn't any cig left in it!

BITCH.

FUCK I HATE LIFE.

; sorry, apologise

as life goes on, i'm starting to learn more and more about responsibility. i realise everything i do is affecting the people around me. so i wanna take this time out and apologise for things i have done, and things that have not occurred yet. and the things they don't want to take responsibility for.



it's too late to apologise, it's too late..

; over you

now that it's all said and done, i can't believe you were the one to build me up and tear me down like an old abandoned house. what you said when you left just left me cold and out of breath, i fell too far, was in way too deep, guess i let you get the best of me.

well i never saw it coming, i should've started running a long long time ago. and i never thought i'd doubt you, i'm better off without you more than you know. i'm slowly getting closure, i guess it's really over, i'm finally getting better. and now i'm picking up the pieces, i'm spending all of these years putting my heart back together.

cos the day i thought i'd never get through, i got over you.

you took a hammer to these walls, dragged the memories down the hall. packed your bags and walked away, there was nothing i could say. and when you slammed the front door shut, alot of others opened up, so did my eyes so i could see that you never were the best for me.