hailed a taxi in the rain, looking fer someplace t ease the pain.

psychedelico: tell the taxi driver 25 farliegh ave!
jovina.* : hard to remember.

Thanks for the short term laugh husby.


Temporary hiatus I think.

Entries are getting increasingly whiny and private. Reiterating the same questions and point over and over again. So it's done conveniently in notepad.

Can anyone save me? Can anyone help me get through this?

I'm hurting. Hurting real bad.

To the extent that at this age and level of maturity, I'm starting to resorting to bloodshed to round off the endless crying jags and emo sessions.

I can't stand the pain. But I can't make it go away.

What am I gonna do. I can't afford to screw up this year.

But I can't continue living like this. Like a perpetual timebomb ticking away. Like a thousand knives squeezing blood from my guts at every constant thought.

And I can't pretend anymore. I'm not strong. I need someone to come baby me. Pride can't help me this time round.

It's not just the loss of a love. It's the thought that there can be no returning to those times. Even if he turns around things wouldn't be the same. Not like how I need them to.

Help.

I'm asking for it.

But who's gonna give it to me before it's too late?