Wednesday, March 4, 2009
i used to think that the ok part of myself were my legs.
now its hard not to hate them when they are so easily bruised and increasingly scarred. ugh.
just complaining about the little things. nothing special.
this Friday would may be the last time i drop by that faithful bus stop.
its been long. What would be the reason i get off that stop the next time ?
we really won't know, don't we ? hh, ,
i can't enter the building looking like i blend in ,. cos i know i may not be able to anymore.
hh. . .
what matters is that we finish strong.
now its hard not to hate them when they are so easily bruised and increasingly scarred. ugh.
just complaining about the little things. nothing special.
this Friday would may be the last time i drop by that faithful bus stop.
its been long. What would be the reason i get off that stop the next time ?
we really won't know, don't we ? hh, ,
i can't enter the building looking like i blend in ,. cos i know i may not be able to anymore.
hh. . .
what matters is that we finish strong.
what we could have been, 6:02 AM.
