tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78622418308926346062011-11-27T15:23:18.985-08:00silent stormnoreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862241830892634606.post-18751493891816503862009-04-05T16:29:00.000-07:002009-04-05T16:31:21.042-07:00

It's not working. I don't know why I ever thought otherwise. It will never work. Nothing will ever work.The question however now is what am I going to do about it. Should I leave? Admit that I fucked up once again?I should've known nothing will ever work. I really should accept that nothing will ever work with me. This is me. I am me.

silent stormnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862241830892634606.post-2358042037567906882008-07-24T08:48:00.000-07:002008-07-24T08:52:33.417-07:00

I loathe you.I despise you.more than anything.more than anyone.

silent stormnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862241830892634606.post-54112655981226360672008-07-18T02:11:00.000-07:002008-07-18T02:25:12.795-07:00

A black television screenSnow white and blackDeep and openSplashing against the windowsLooking out onto a three-terrace townThere’s a garden, grey-greenAnd cherry blossomsGet in in the morning(All seasons here, saved for a rainy day)Climb in beside you (A part of a hole)Watch the clock for half an hour(An orange and its peel)It’s cold on the outsideThere’s steam on the windows(A star in a

silent stormnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862241830892634606.post-40066726158457691732008-07-16T06:32:00.000-07:002008-07-16T06:46:10.925-07:00

I know I couldn't fuckin' have youBut do you have to fuckin' rub it in??? I deserve more than this...

silent stormnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862241830892634606.post-31597254982551696292008-07-09T03:53:00.001-07:002008-07-09T04:25:21.253-07:00

Now and again it seems worse than it is,But mostly the view is accurate.You see your breath in the air asYou'll climb up the stairsTo that coffin you call your apartment.And you sink in yourChair, brush the snow from your hairAnd drink the cold away.And you're not really sureWhat you're doing this forBut you need somethingTo fill up the days.A few more hours.There's a dream in my brainThat

silent stormnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862241830892634606.post-24617926743580641242008-07-08T12:31:00.000-07:002008-07-09T03:50:03.589-07:00

What the hell was I thinking??? -- Things just might turn around and change??? The nerve of me to think that I even deserve anything more than all these crap I'm getting. I am bound to be alone.I am me.I am not worthy of anything.I don't even deserve to die right away.What have I ever done?

silent stormnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862241830892634606.post-62057882689599161712008-07-08T09:46:00.000-07:002008-07-08T09:56:44.755-07:00

Please please don't do this to me. Please stop.Why would you do this to me?Are you doing this to me? Or is it just me?Do you hate me so much?Do you despise me?Would you take away everything?Do you want me to die slowly -- painfully?Do you exist? Are you real?Or am I just so fucked up I couldn't even face the consequences of my own doings?I am tired. Yet I don't want to rest.I am too scared.

silent stormnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862241830892634606.post-2248597544757908012008-07-08T09:38:00.000-07:002008-07-08T09:44:56.182-07:00

You don't fucking know!!!

silent stormnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862241830892634606.post-45129792797410504532008-07-08T09:24:00.000-07:002008-07-08T09:29:14.418-07:00

silent stormnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862241830892634606.post-37371771831613767742008-07-05T02:49:00.000-07:002008-07-05T03:01:09.820-07:00

For the longest time I have longed for something to happen... yet now that I see what seems to be a flicker of light possibly at the end of the tunnel-- I am more fearful... What if I lose again?

silent stormnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862241830892634606.post-12470378015240291312008-07-03T23:06:00.000-07:002008-07-03T23:13:49.089-07:00

There are signs...yet you choose to ignore them.You could've done something.You might've understood better.

silent stormnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862241830892634606.post-36980218859136804692008-07-01T07:36:00.000-07:002008-07-01T07:42:27.960-07:00

I wish I'm dead.Just blow my head off.I don't care.I don't give a fuckin' care.Just let me be. Just let me rest.

silent stormnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862241830892634606.post-70039464061042411912008-06-30T09:06:00.000-07:002008-07-01T07:32:55.069-07:00

My mother is not a good motherErgo I am not a good mother.I loathe and detest my mother.That is why my daughter hate my gutsand wishes I am not her mother.The way I wish my mother is not my mother.

silent stormnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862241830892634606.post-32295183921915681472008-06-30T08:53:00.000-07:002008-06-30T09:05:14.075-07:00

I am me.I am not good.I am destructive.I am manipulative.I am cruel.I am just me.I tried to be not me.But I got tiredof pretending.

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