when i thought everything went well,
but i came to realise i screwed it all up.
its like this piercing pain that i want to get rid off,
but its here to stay.
is it paranoia, or is it just a sense of realisation.
if i could do it any differently, i would wear something else.
and not carry that bag, or have that shaven.
the six sense is tingling hard.
i am so bloody screwed.
ps: im not gonna fucking give a damn anymore because at 2.48am
i realised i am beating myself up so badly and for what?
it has already been done, and it has already been like
that since friggin' 2005.
If im not gonna start now, im not gonna start ever.
okay a drink is very much needed, right. about. now.
but i came to realise i screwed it all up.
its like this piercing pain that i want to get rid off,
but its here to stay.
is it paranoia, or is it just a sense of realisation.
if i could do it any differently, i would wear something else.
and not carry that bag, or have that shaven.
the six sense is tingling hard.
i am so bloody screwed.
ps: im not gonna fucking give a damn anymore because at 2.48am
i realised i am beating myself up so badly and for what?
it has already been done, and it has already been like
that since friggin' 2005.
If im not gonna start now, im not gonna start ever.
okay a drink is very much needed, right. about. now.