Okayy, I'm here to let mah condemned thoughts spoken. typed. whatever.
Here goes;
To someone worth a post on my Blog.
When I'm with you, my ego abruptly inflate before bursting into a million pieces which makes me have the urge to literally poke you with a pencil (painful, okayy?). That's how bad my ego is.
Listen, I do love you, I care for you and all, but it's just that I always let the ego take over and ruin everything.
Sometimes I feel like slaughtering myself, y'know?
When you're with me, I do things that will make you feel unappreciated and useless. But when you're away, I feel this need to talk to you and everything. Geddit? No? Okay.
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'Nuff said. It's getting more cheesy each passing second.
kbyeeeeeee.
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