Monday, September 28, 2009
i used to be love drunk.
do you know how it feels like to simply, exist but not live?
ive made my mistakes, now ive got nowhere to run. really, so sick of this life. even the melody doesnt sound rich no more. and why do people evolve so quickly? i mean, how one can simply, forget? doesnt sentiment mean anything at all? because you cant conveniently abandon your old toys for new ones, they'll be so attached to you they'll haunt you forever. either with hatred, or with vengence. sweet, sweet vengence.
(but now im hungover)
"everything else may be transient but i'll always be here."
It's a beautiful disguise.