Friday, October 21, 2005
flying glasses and loud noises.
people shouting. cursing. its a war zone. it aint my house. its been on for 3 daes. it started up again. they're fighting. its just so depressing to talk abt this. even at tis time. i still havent got thru somethings tat happen. and now this. how can i absorb. and i walk out of the house. feeling alittle bit better wit friends. but when i come home its the same thing over and over again. i cant take it. y cant they just stop...
and im not gonna blog cos its still very depressing for me. i didnt have any 1 to talk to abt this. and so badly i wish i had u. but i dont. i thot i was strong. i am. but i need something to rely on. ever wonder if its all for me. the things. just like u. shocked. everything i ever knew. something i wish i didnt noe... but still i wished this never happen. i cant. so tis is the last. i hope i wont get awaken by breaking glass......
[[ i slit just to forget; i craved ur name on ]]
[[ i feel ur presence. but u're never near. ]]
[[ ur image is still here. i hear ur voice. ]]
[[ somethings i just wish that will never happen. ]]
[[ feelings will never change. mine and urs ]]
PROFILE
faliq
.|.the.|.heart.|.broken.|.
.|.age.|.Sweet 16....
.|.d/o/b.|. remember remember.. the 1st of november...
.|.sign.|.scorpio
.|.autobiography.|.
.|.love.|.music, Drums, Snare, movies, nature, Blue, red, purple, white, black, Burple, shoes, friends, art, reading, Percussion, floorball, rock climbing.
.|.hate.|.dumbasses, jackasses, boundaries, being told what to do, people who brag about themselves constantly, mean people, cicadas -shudder-, Critising and those who pick on the weak....
.|.currently.|.
-talking to: nobody
-listening to: And then i turned seven. *
-watching: the world going by me....
-thinking:
abt life.
-wanting: the best
-iming: nobody
-surfing: the usuall.
-obsessing: music, percussion, cameras.
-wants: nothing.
