11/17/2006
noone but me from URL @ 12:22 AM
O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm. That flies in the night In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
The Sick Rose
William Blake You give way to hurt, you become a victim to it. But then again, we're all humans; everyone hurts. i think its because of our capacity to think. thats why we hurt more emotionally than physically. because instead of getting over and done with, we replay it over and over in our minds. we add what ifs, and if onlys, and that just makes us regret. and with regret, comes a greater hurt; due to the acknowledgement of a loss of what could have been. so then again, we're only humans; susceptible to hurt in any & every possible way, as long as we're able to think. you know that i know; and yet you act this way. its killing me you know. stab stab stab. but then i think you know. maybe its just cos i refuse to believe you dont care; denial? say whatever you wna. better yet, feelings i thought i'd put away, come to play yet again. about things that are a yr old, about things that have taunted me my whole life, about people whom i had trusted. & this time, i dont know who's by my side. cheerios. CHEERIOS! :D i've said this a gazillion times, but i'll say it a zillion more; i love my platooonmates; i love spending time with them. cos when im with them, almost nothing else matters:) frowns to smiles, laughters- well they remain laughters. (: talk about love <3
charlie 06. the best thing that's happened to me. green is our colour mann! :D
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