Went to Sentosa today. Had a great time. Friggin tired by the time i reached home and i should have just gone straight to bed. Would have gone to bed happy. But noooooo. I had to stay awake. (and let my mind wonder) And now its almost 5am and im depressed. Great job. -slaps self- Pictures from today, tomorrow... cause i really just cant be arsed now and am in need of a serious ranting session.
Dont you just hate it when people give you such high hopes then let you go crashing down on your own. I absolutelydetest that. I HATE being let down. I HATE being disappointed. I HATE false hopes. I HATE false happiness.
Do youenjoy this ? Do you enjoying torturing me ? Is that it ? Does it make you happy to know that every single simple minute action of yours can evoke and cause such drastic or even catastrophic feelings/emotions/thoughts/ANYTHING in me ? Even though you might not even be here to witness it first-hand ? Do you like having control of my life cord and being able to pull it away as and when you wish, cause, even though it might be done unintentionally or unknowingly, its constantly being tugged on... and I sure hope it slips out... and soon.
In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby,