Wednesday, November 15, 2006
InwardConfloption
a routine she've always felt naked fo, but. not now anymore. insomnia used to overwhelm her which felt like strangles. its like an indistinguishable everyday routine now that she sleeps before biological clock strikes twelve and hollering out to the sun when her surroundings's still tame and asleep, without presence o a single source o entertainment; or at least, something which interest her. none even, dere was wholly nothing.
therefore, shes plastic'd into an adore-the-morning-sun-walking zombie.
shes dressed to kill the morning boredom shits.
she wouldnt be hearing him fo fcuk straight fourty eight hours; its somehow or rather screwed at the other end. shes presently abhorring the lack o his rantings; to speak the truth, his presence maybe. so what now, shes pinning fo a call she cant refuse to. no, not cant, doesnt wish to.
okay, is dere always something about the grandmothers living under the same roof wid you, occupying your room, invading into your privacies being such a nuisance bitch?
i reckon so.
and to that sweet grl out there, if you think that my entries tally up wid your emo feelings.
go ahead, by all means.
well, at least i've got Thats when i love you, Aslyn. i <3
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