Sunday, December 11, 2011

Ciz. Got ciz, got it all.

Haih, sebenarnya, its perty hard to bottle things inside you. especially, when u feel its so unfair. and ur being such an ass also. and u also dont deserve it. and that u deserve a kick on ur ass. and a slap on ur chubby cheeks too. haih. time. people say time will heal everything, people say you can take your time, for as long as you want. but ever thought, what if that time never comes. or your jsut simply too tired to wait for that time ? what about choices ? too little, is a problem. too many too is a problem. dont over do it, or dont under do it. sometimes, have u ever thought, just for a second in your life, do u actually deserve it ? do u deserve it all and to say all those ? and that, have u ever thought in your life u shudnt have treated or done someone like that in the first place ? dont u feel guilty and the tidak patutness and the need to make amends. how does it feel like if somebody were to treat u like that plak ? yeah, anything that you want and anything that makes you happy. Fair deal ? and if the solution is not there ? what do we do ? still need to find the solution ? even if its somewhere else ? what I feel tonite ? like crap i feel, ok ? and arent ur wings big enough ? and i know i shouldnt be like that but who cares. seriously, thats the only thing ? crap you. yeah, why am i not surprise im not the first in the list. and its like, still the same ol same ol, later ? and how boredom kills, not the person, but the situation, it can bore me to death, u might not realize that yet. i hear this, i hear that, all i hear is crap, and i see nothing is being done. like that ? just kiss it all better. oh and suck pig tities. and i know my place and position between u and me. i wont go overboard. yeah, what do i have ? when you dont have a plan, what do you do ? perty heavy. you would crash and burn if u were to know and give me a glass of gasoline and let me burn to death.

You must be broken by a thousand ways of wasted time
Get to the point then off the hundred lines awake
No need to change my mind, that clean a shade of thinking time
But i seem to think more than i act upon those things

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