Monday Morning

Shaking like a dog shittin' razorblades,
waking up next to nothing after dreaming of you and me
I'm waking up all alone, waking up so relieved
while you're taking your time with apologies.

Being 20 is all about neither giving a damn about psycho bitches luring around nor being too trusting. I won't wish for you to just drop dead cause I really dont have the time wishing for you to die. And I couldnt care less if you read this crap, or your bestfriends or whoever that is related to you. You have issues with yourself and YOU'RE ONE IN DENIAL FUCK.

Oh, you really don't have to waste your time typing out a long ass message on Friendster to me, confessing to dirty deeds and BEGGING me not to tell your bestfriend that you've confessed. Cause why?

Why of cause you didnt want your bestfriend to know that whatever you've told him/her about whatever that had happened was actually just a...ermm... a fucking figment of your imagination.

So tell me, how psycho can one get? This one is the epitomy of psycho.

I'll do a proper entry regarding my 20th and sort. And yesterday I went Dblo after so long (since sept last year!) and MOS. MOS was disappointing, the crowd sucks and only main arena was opened cause Smoove which was spinning house and trance music was empty so they closed the area.

I gotta go rest, work at 12am later. Mucho love.

// posted by faezah @ 6:49 pm