Monday, June 1, 2009
i thought it was for me,
i thought it was me
i thought that i could be
i thought i could be so different
but no,
i thought nothing
like i am going to turn out the same. .
i dreamt that i murdered someome, and whilst my teacher was praising me for doing something, i was thinking about the corpse.
i dreamt that two friends were hiding from someone and asked me to duck
when i realised that i didn;t even know what was going on.
could these dreams be a reflection of real life?
like how i am being left out from so many things.
that i am always the one having to lean over and asking oh how is it gg..
like how i am killing myself on the inside
perhaps burying what i really like .
am i killing my personality?
i find myself losing me .
it's killing me,you know that it's torture.
what we could have been, 8:29 AM.
