How

How come...

....I complain about my problems,
it's my fault.

...I ask my sister for help,
it's my fault.

...I help,
it's my fault.

...I have a problem with you,
it's my fault.

 ...I have to tell you everything cause you wanted to know and you get hurt,
it's my fault.

...I'm the one at fault,
when really it's your fault.

Just a Thought

Seeing you makes me happy.

The thought of you makes me happy.

I remember that time,

just you and me,

and how dashing you looked,

something I knew you'd be.

Can't you see that I'm here,

trying with all my might.

Sacrificing so much,

just to put up a fight.

Right now just being with you is good,

and OMG dude.

I ruined the ending.... :(

Worse

My holidays are going down the slide so fast, it's no fun at all.


Maybe that's how my life is doing.

Fast,

down

and

boring.

and no one even knows how i feel.
if only.

if only that person could come here

and save me from this hell-hole

this sadness im in

yet, i feel so light

but i can feel the pain,

pain withing me

...slowly...

...slowly realizing...

...maybe...

...this is how it was meant to be...

can't do anything about it now...

It's all too late.

laters,..

;]

p.s. what i just wrote, doesnt mean anything :D

sorry if i gave out the wrong idea.