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Wednesday, March 18, 2009 at 8:52 PM
and tonight - the superb uncomfy feeling in the heart, stronger than any other day.
it's like pulling, nudging, tugging that fragile 'spot' - making me wanna just die away.

the throat is dry, the heart is bleeding - and here im, with a wannabe blank mind and thoughts of never needing to remember/think/recall/know/understand anything ever again. mayb i'll be better if one day, my memories of every day of my 22years of life since the day im born - GONE* (totally)

then mayb that's when i'll smile again - a smile that comes from the heart and not the skin.

breathe. breathe. breathe.
im telling myself now.

please let me breathe.
please let me stablised my heart.
please let me just breathe.

love is nothing but a lie.