It's a gloomy sunday afternoon and I'm rotting to death without you.

4:24 AM,

May 18, 2009

i left the sentence halfway in our conversation cause i don't i scared that my voice will betray me. show of the emotions i would love to left hidden so right here i finshed up the sentence.

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Not just lemonade, but the sweetest lemonade( or the sourest in your case) the best lemonade in the word.

MOST IMPORTANLY MAKE THOSE PPL REGRET THAT THEY GIVE ME LEMONS

As i sit on the train, my thoughts spiral to you. Make me rember the days of when you tried to convince me not to bottle up your emotion, your feeling and let them out. HOW IRONIC. i thought to myself. Cause after i confine to yuo, you just walk out of me, make it hard trust ppl, making it hard to NOT BOTTLE UP.

I hate you.

Do i?