"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."

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Hi my name is so and so, sometimes when i'm bored, i draw people in my head. I listen to music a lot but the best times are usually when i'm on the bus. I don't think many people know about me because I keep a low profile. On days when i'm upset, i paint my toe nails and red is my favourite color. I have white feet, they remind me of porcelain. My eyes resemble almonds and my lids look like define lines imprinted in clay. I wish I were somebody else, maybe superman perhaps, my red cape in the wind, ever so free. My blog is a collection of my perspectives, thoughts and emotions. I write when I write, what I write. Your critcism is not welcomed.
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time: 9:09 PM
date: Monday, March 12, 2007
Nothing ever seems right, I know, I have a better life than other less fortunate people. I had a lot of time t do some thinking at the interchange today. But hell, yeah, it doesnt seem like a freaking bed of roses right now. Thanks Pek, I know you tried t cheer me up. Its okay, I can understand why you couldnt and probably didnt know what t do when I gushed out all my problems like that. You probably felt weird and all. Not many can cheer me up everytime, because yeah, how could you? But its good enough you tried, really. Xiner, I hope your ankle is better. I am happy you can walk but sad that you have bad luck because some one crossed over you. Bye.

TOMORROW = RESULTS. LIKE FREAKING SHOOT ME.

You dont mean nothing at all, Hey. I fucking know.