A routine celebration;
Though one not for me,
I still chose to give,
But fuck, it only backfired on me.

Burnt the sleepless night, to no avail.
Burnt my pride, but still, to what avail?
I loved, but love mocked me and thrashed it into my fucking face.


Yes, I am filled with angst right now. A pure waste of my time, seriously.

FUCK YOU FUJITSU! How dare you swap my 80Gb Hard disk for a pathethic 40Gb! MOFOs.

And to think the elation on getting my laptop back was fucking on overdrive. FUCK. Now I have to fucking waste my fucking time and go back and change it. KNNBCB.

An insane night; a motive for alcohol abuse. The alluring crowd, I should have taken two steps back. The consequence of not following the gut; rejection hit me like bullets to the heart. No it is not mutual as such, but something less harmful; the embaressment was harsh.


I should seriously learn to control...

This trust has been broken.

A poetic insult; seen through a tankard of alcohol. It is cheap thrills, but it still ain't no crime. Questioned of the many masks worn, "façades" they call it, well it was how I was born. And I can't speak of the lies we create; of the lies to hate, but to wipe your soul clean, my conscience is dead. Commenced in the days of three hundred odd, I've conjured a need to belong. There isn't really much more left to say, but to count my days; numbered.