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One day, when you're down and out, I wanna hug you like that.
Monday, September 06, 2004
all this self-instilled delusion is just a bunch of crap, no? a form of temporary escape passage leading to a destination of nothing but a dead end. or back to where you started, depending on which you prefer.
knowing the consequences beforehand somehow isn't enough to stop you from thinking that if you put in that extra weeny bit of effort, it might somehow undo the tight macrame knots your life has become.
but life is already a complicated mess per se.
and anyway, what makes you think that undoing that ugly wrong knot in your lace work won't cause a domino effect and ruin the whole art?
for me, my art's already ruined. yet, I question myself why I'm still holding on to that tiny strand of hope.
I want 
!!@ 6:28 PM
nurul<3.forever 21.
jvs.rp.university of wollongong.
indie bands. rock bands. soccer. aerospace.
my side kick, my life, my heart and lover railey moheeddin <3 as always
gimme your stuff
entries;
the ME;
links;
sayout your stuff;
others;
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