Monday, June 1, 2009

Death is easy. Life is harder


I found the cure to growing older and that is to not have any expectations about your lover or your beloved ones for that matter.

I've recently realised that people are unreliable and the only one you can truelly count on is yourself , which is sad when you think about it cause I know that as a fact I am a fucked up little mother fucker. I need people sometimes to just tell me to back the fuck away slowly. I'm afraid that one day I'll be left in this world with nothing but the pale blue memory of you. Is that selfish of me?

Maybe its just easier to sell my soul and keep the shell as a face to the many lies I tell and cover up.

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