One word - heartbreak. Doctors may rule out such purely emotional causes for death, but I think it just might become the reason for my early demise. And nobody can blame me, since nobody can stand this amount of EVERY-FRIGGIN-GOOD thing rolled into one. Well, I certainly can't. It kills me just to look at the eyes... and I totally start hyperventilating when I see the smile. How am I supposed to live with something that makes me asthmatic, and that is just through stationary pieces of paper that bear the images (well, it's just an image file in a PC, really, but still) of subject? Really, there is absolutely no justice in this world. None at all. And that force called God? Yeah, it's good at nothing except making me fell like a humongous FREAK. Thanks, I feel a lot better now.
P.S.: God, that jibe I made at you was written in the heat of the moment (though that thing about feeling like a freak was so NOT). No hard feelings, k? Love you <3
P.S.: God, that jibe I made at you was written in the heat of the moment (though that thing about feeling like a freak was so NOT). No hard feelings, k? Love you <3
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