Sunday, 17 May 2009

What were you born for?

Happy birthday to you.
Have a great day.
...Thank you, I guess.
But the question is, should I be happy for being older?
Why shouldn't you be?
Well, I guess I am just getting old not getting mature.
What I have been thinking for the last few days was committing suicide. I don't like my life this way.
That's again, a matter of expectation. What do you want more?
Perhaps, she was right. She is right.
I need to talk to her.
She wouldn't like to.
You then have to swallow this fever.
People get married, have children, make a family, all of which are making a commitment...to, to have something to hang on to.
What are you thinking of?
Nothing.
Don't get your hopes up.
I won't.

Monday, 4 May 2009

Three sentences to awake; feels that way

Ah, she's not like me.
She has a family where she belongs and rests for xy.
She is not on her own at all.
You now realise that it may have been a kinda delusion.
So you are feeling guilty?
Yes, I wish I could ever leave my arse alone without feeling guilty.
We all need some time to chill out for a bit. You know, to regenerate ourselves.

Because I don't know you. We've never met.
It's four actually, isn't it?
Well, I like it three, feels more dramatic.

Sunday, 3 May 2009

How are you today?

I'm pissed off. utterly pissed off. Every single dickhead out there, just fuck off!