Until Now

And Today We Live










Tuesday, April 03, 2007 / 6:35 AM


Bloody crap

Is it your business?
Is it your friggin business what I do?
And if you found out what I did, do you have to freaking tell the world?

What exactly is your problem?
Me giving way to you doesn't mean you can trample over me.
I was just being nice.
I can be nasty.
But I don't want to make you hate me do I?
I'm your friend.

I think.
But after EVERYTHING you did I don't know whether i can tolerate this much longer...

It is so annoying.
You changed.
Yes, in a BAD way.



In the storm comes the calm
So there was this spark. And the spark was alone. It had no where to go, no where to hide. It shuddered at the thought of non-existence and clenched it's core in sick anticipation of nothing. Red and fleeting by each passing second, it turned blue. Now, it had something to burn for, to live again.