alone and all

i may be inlove and all but i still need to spare time on my own, to help me think, to help me forget.

i didn't saved this post for nothing. this post is made to be read, for that someone who broke my heart, and still breaks it, f**k you ! i regret the day i found your smile cute, i even hate the day i asked your number, damn ! i hate my stpid life.

and as i ask myself every night, how's your life dude ? shit, all i can say is hell ! and then i cry, like a baby who needs a bottle of milk, but no milk can heal these wounds, i need beer, i need one case dude !

in case nobody understands these shits i've typed in, well good for you, coz no normal being understands me, only those who shares the same fate and the same tearful things. hell with yah !

i love the things that makes me cry !, how'd you spell that chai ? sado-maso ? is it...shit ! i forgot to kill myself yesterday, after i received a message talking about an iota of hope, still hope there eh ? but still ! iota, meaning small, itchy-bitchy hope, almost nothing there.

i'll cry, bet you didn't realize that. hell with yah bitch !