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Wednesday, June 18, 2008
one word, low self-esteem..

things that i've been seeing for the second time is telling me to let go. or maybe i should, i don't know. i felt stupid. procrastinations never stop running through my head. just what do i really want? i'm here alone, sitting down the hallway searching for answers. but to no avail i can see, hear or feel. do something to let everything either start or end would you. i don't know where i am now. perhaps in the land of memories? i don't wanna know. just when you caught me in the eye of crime, i know you're watching me.

yes i know. patrina's being an emo shit right now. feed her with chocolate please. she's down to the fact that she's fat.. aye, maybe not so much "down". i think she's tired that's why she's uttering nonsense. owell, bed time. <3
Patrina just sang you a lullaby at 2:54:00 AM