reality . strike . number . one .
Date: Mar 14th, 2007 12:50:21 pm - Subscribe
Mood: cantankerous
im surrounded by the fakeness of the human heart.
as things slowly begin to manifest themselfs, you realise that the only person apart from god tat u can rely on, is yourself.
people wont be there for you,not even your friends.
the world we live in is a cruel, cruel place, where the unforeseen comes back to haunt you time and time again.
when sometimes you realise,and quesiton everything you do, but then you're just left in a whirlwind of your own imagination or in a pool of confusion.
every single thing confuses the living shit out of you, for instance yourself, your friends, your studies, your work, your everything.
reality is life is not a bed of roses.
as time goes on, you change along with time, it takes you onto its own grip and moves you slowly along its mad time line.
soon, before you even know it, minutes, hours, days, weeks have past by, and you wonder to yourself,where did the time go?
and your answer is: u dont know.
the sad thing is, you cant go back in time to get back the time you lost, - its gone, forever.
photos, and writings, become nothing but a faint and distant memory waiting to be erased from your mind.
you try so hard to let the memories just slip away, your mind wants to, but your heart, well its just not ready to.
you cry out for some release, but u get no response, all you get is the buzzing and loud noises in your head, noises that never seem to end.
u want to do whats right , you always have wanted that, but sometimes, u ask your self is it all worth it?
half of u is answering Yes the other half, No.
to live in this world, and to survive it, its one of the most gruelling, cruelest tasks sometimes, but other days
its ok =)
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