♥ Monday, September 04, 2006
Calling someone fugly won't make me any prettier.
Calling someone fat won't make me any thinner.
Calling someone stupid won't make me any smarter.
Ruining someone else's life won't make me any happier.
So what's the point in laughing at other people? Oh well, I do that so many times and look at me, like what have I become now?
And my life in sec sch is:
Geek ---> Cool shiny hard plastic/poser ---> Most hated person on earth ---> actual human being.
I wanna get to stage 4! And now I'm stuck at stage 3! Like **** I need to wash off these sins off me.
And someone said the grass at the other side is greener. Guess whoever who said that is like totally wrong. After realising that I'm just yearning for sympathy and drowning myself in self-pity, there are people out there who got worse lives than me, like the people in 3rd world countries.
We all get hurt, we all have downs, your problem should be shared. Confide in me.
How I wish I could fashion an idea in my head, where I would impress you with every word I say.
I see you in trouble, should I offer some assistance?
But. I know that even if you're in the worst troubles, every word I say, everything I do to make you feel better is gonna hurt you. How I wish all that would be false. But reality check. It's true.
For the will to carry on, turn to me.
Listened to music @ 3:22 PM
