June 4, 2011


Or siansation if you can call this.

I realise I have an ability of knowing myself too well and reading others too well.

I have an uncanny ability to know when I m unwanted. Or wanted. It kinda poops me. Or rather kills me. So I tink.

So just let me die. I meant my heart.

Yes I might be reading too much but who cares. Obviously no one la.

Tonight, just tonight, let me be on my own. Rattle on and numb myself.

Come tomorrow I would be better le.

Just better than now.
Sent from Berry-White

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