torsdag 15 september 2011

o0o It's my party and I cry if I want to.

A day when all the bad memories run at me like wild horses on a rampage. A day when I question why should I even be alive. What is the point of it all. If I can't feel love. A day when the bully in my head is so mean I'd kill him with my bare hands if I could. It's that kind of day.

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Please DO share you're thoughts // Ilahinoor