Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Broken Glass

Pathetic.

24 hours.
Or maybe 26.

I’ve been shattered in one night.
And I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. Sad? Angry? Disappointed? At myself, probably.

Perhaps exhausting out my tear glands it’s a good thing. They’re so exhausted, they’re not even producing anything anymore. Just like how they were like years ago. Numb to pain.

Then my body decides to go on strike and give me diarrhea and keeps rejecting food intake. I’m not trying to get anyone to pity me at all, but I think this is really pathetic. This is so sad I’m feeling bloody sorry for myself. It’s like I can see a top view of myself, curling up and burying my head in the pillow, flipping it over to a drier side 10 minutes later.

This is just too ridiculous.
I’m so weak, even I can’t take it.

Need something to guide my lost soul home, will this waterbottle do?

I’m wondering what have I been living in. I have always been happy most of the time, and yet I failed to see that you clearly weren’t.

What can I do?
I can exchange anything to get it all back.. Or was it even really mine in the first place?


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