Sunday, January 08, 2006
Flashbacks
I looked back and wonder why i try to change my friends, when i hate to be changed by others the most. The wierder point is that i go on and encourage my friends to share, but when it comes to me as much as i seem to be open on the outside, really the doors inside are closed. Maybe that's why most people don't reach me, because they don't have the key. Corny, sorry. I also seem to jinx myself at any corner i go, wonderful, i seem to have such an uncanny ability that i can soon be my own nostradamus. I am starting to lose myself. Yay. Crumbling down. As i say, i am a willing victim of my own hands, so why cry for me afterall, i died willingly.
Unknown at 11:31 pm