"I do not want life to imitate art. I want life to be art." - deliverance of ideas
Thursday, March 13, 2008 Just one night, I broke down
10:38 AM
This night, I almost lose her. I broke down, shattered, emotional, physically and mentally tired. I've no more energy to stay strong and positive. I cried so-oh dear badly. My tears just can't stop flowing down. The images just keep lingering in my mind. Replay, replay and keep replaying. It hurts so bad just by thinking back. Stop thinking; think what I should do next Merilynn. I just need someone to talk to and to hear me. I just need to let it all out.
I'm afraid I can't hang on there with the girls, seriously speaking.
And you this motherfucker creating all this mess for us and leaving me alone to clean up your shit! You're a jerk! You're an asshole! You go and come as and when you like. Who you think you are? One big king? Hello dude! Wake up and face the world. You're no longer a baby boy. You came back home without consoling me, finding out how's she doing and apologize! Home is not your hotel, my room is not your "gaming world" and whatever shit!
Fuck Off from me!Labels: personal family
