Monday, April 28, 2008
slam slam slam.
go ahead. i'll be immune in awhile.
i'm asking myself whether i asked for this. on some inexplicable level, it cannot but somehow seem to haunt me that my past decisions and actions give me no excuse.
if i don't expect anything, anything that comes my way will be a pleasant surprise. and my judgement, it seems, is all skewed anyway.
sorry to mr and mrs expectations and everything and everyone else. believe me, sometimes i don't know if i'm doing it to please myself or you. Or you.
and at this damn stage of vulnerability. i need to stick to my guns. i need to stop seeking comfort in you. stop. i can't bloody well become dependent on you. i can't depend on you. i know i can't. i'll just cry harder at the end of the day if i do.
it's absolutely zero. game over, start over-
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
