Wendilicious
Moi
Teach. Sing. Write. Fly. Dive. Rave.
I'm not the girl your mom warned you about, her imagination was never this good.
Work for pasta and ice cream and also makes pasta and ice cream work for me.
Ecoutez
More of me
5/22/08, 5:36 PM
YES.ANOTHER DAY OF REACHING HOME
WONDERING WHAT'S MY PURPOSE IN LIFE.
WHAT IF I DIE ONE DAY?
HMM.
YOU SEEEEEEEEEEEE.
RETURNING HOME TO STARE AT MY LUNCH WONDERING WHAT I HAVE BEEN DOING WITH MY LIFE.
HUGGING GREY COLOURED PILLOWS,
SO TIGHTLY.
IS IT YOU?
THEN WATCHING HOURS OF CARTOONS TO DROWN IT ALL DOWN,
KNOWING THAT CHOCOLATES WUN HELP THIS TIME.
EVEN MY MONKEYS.. THEIR SMILES SEEM SO
DIFFERENT.
GOING TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT WONDERING AND HOPING FOR SOME MIRACLE.
HOPING TO LET GO AND JUS FALL ASLEEP.
THAT ONCE I WAKE UP
EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT AGAIN.
BUT IT WON'T.
eating crap, forcing myself to do stuff to keep my mind busy.
thinking what exactly is my problem.
whenever i move on to think positively,
i switch back to the damn thought of my past.
wondering if it even meant anything to you.
like it had to me.
knowing that miracles wun happen everyday yet hoping its at my front door,
waiting at the same bus stop
places from the damn past.
worth the pain?
i almost wished it never started.
no start no end.
life's like that.