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Thursday, February 9, 2012 1:34 AM
Numb

When you are on a roller coaster too many times, you heart and mind starts to steel itself for the drop or rise ahead. After a while, you feel numb. Detached, like you are watching some other people's life.

I asked the same question thrice, gave you a chance, guess what, I shouldn't have bothered. Maybe its the truth, maybe you are just tired. But I'm too.

I watched as it spirals downward, outta control and I don't have the energy to Do anything about it anymore.


*[[lenice]]*


i’m just who I am, who I suppose to be.
bold italic underline strike
it's so over.


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