Been plagued by weird dreams pertaining to my bleak future lately. Can't help but feel a tinge of insecurity despite telling everyone the direct opposite. It's only human nature to do so, isn't it? I doubt anyone can fully fathom what I'm going through unless they're in my shoes. What on-lookers see is just the pretty picture masking the crack in the wall.
If I ever fuck things up
again, I swear the parental unit would see to my funeral arrangements. Period.
It really feels damn shitty when you know you can't carry on with something/someone just because space and time forbid. Too early to put an end to it but too late to bring it to another level. I hate the feeling of despair!!
In any case, I'm glad to have made that trip down to Deb's. Have finished one and am left with 2 more Cosmos'. Thank you hon!! I'm praying that someone would come to my rescue and wreck my boring Sunday. Only made plans for breakfast with my favourite not-so-near neighbour and then meet Lj at night.
I need serious thrill. And pronto!
*Frame up the crack and you get my life.
