Reloc

I am moving to wordpress, for the simplest reason that I love the layouts there.

Oh yeah, I am back to writing again.. i hope.

Wallflower Existence

Come on, kid.

You're still clinging to that belief that all your efforts are not wasted? That all the things you do for them don't go unnoticed? You're still expecting that every damn time and things you give about them will be reciprocated? You're ready to jump from a cliff for people who don't really give a bullcrap?

Dream on.

Angst

I don't why, but my heart's filled with so much hate that even I get frightened. Hate that starts in the morning inside the four corners of this poor excuse for a home; then grows as I worm my way in this suffocating world of fake people and relationships that hang on pretensions, distrust and deceit; then in the night, condenses into a vile seed that promises to grow anew the next morning. Then the cycle of hate repeats.

This hate burns and eats everything from within. I dread the day when it totally consumes me. Somebody save me.