Taste of cherry chopstick. - Sunday, November 23, 2008 @ 2:34 AM
Oh my God.
Just what did i get myself into?
Met Ewan yest, after a mnth or so.
It went so horribly wrong, i felt betrayed by my ownself.
I allowed myself to indulge into his potrayal of fun.
But i was backfired. It was worse than watching Cast Away on a saturday night.
There goes my precious Saturday.
I called Fareed, but he had other plans past midnight.
& oh DILFS who sell Nike shoes are to die for.
Life has been pretty gloomy for me.
I need a getaway. From everything.
I have no intentions of running away from the problems im facing now...
Its just a break.
A break from home.
Home home home.
Lemme ask a normal teenager, whos pretty damn happy with her parents, what its like to go home or stay home the whole day ?
Well, i can bet the answer would be "Oh pretty darn normal, i have my own room, i play the net like the whole day...my parents would just mind their own business."
Sometimes i do wish my dad would just let me be me.
I mean i know those skeletons in his damn closet.
Im just sick. Sick to my stomach.
I feel trapped.
Its my life.
My perogative.
Im turning 21 next year for fucks sake.
& oh Djamel is omghot.