Addicted

"give me that"

so he handed it to me , first I drew it close to my nose, probably having second thoughts trying to convince my self not to do it, but the scent was intoxicating.

" light"

so he did, I put it on my lips, and took a deep breath, I felt it filling and burning my lungs, but yet I held it in. Then I exhaled slowly , drawing shapes with the smoke, looking in my friend's eyes. The weight was lifted, my head started to fly , I was floating. He was smiling at me with victory, but I didn't care much about him.

"Nice"

warning : pure venom

This asshole is going down, he had just stepped in to a minesfield.I've been holding back for so long , I kept telling my self he didn't deserve it. Well, he just earned it



wat's entertaining is that he'll never see this coming, all I have to do is keep my cutie sweety image in his head long enough , till I rip away his heart.



That's gonna hurt , and it's gonna hurt really bad. Never thought the little girl would grow up, cuz you are to stupid to do this simple math.


To answer your question why I don't talk much . May be cuz of your mono dimentional being . You are so shallow, that your colours fades as an old cheap poster on the wall.


My friend asked me wat keeps me with him , I told her scientific curiousity.



so this experiment is over , it's time to revenge , and I intend to enjoy

Finish it

How many times did you start it and stood still in the middle, and say next time when I start I'll go through to the end.

There's no trouble in new beginings, as they always give us this rush , starts with alot of daydreaming, and then you kick off fast and hard. Unfortunatly, by the time all the dust of the initial battle settles, we go back and miss the old lethargy.

Associate with this words, keep it with in

When you start , you will finish

Too much pride

can't hurt him back, can't even tell it hurts

The next best thing

I have a car which I truly like,came down my place one night after I have just given up my old one.
My old car was a matchbox on wheels, I don't like its memory, last time I took it on a ride it turned me down half the way.



The new one was like a super car.
For me, it had it all even the power steering, big deal back then.
I loved it , pampered it, and drove it all around.

It never turned me down even when I lost my way with it.
I took it to the darkest places, in the middle of nowhere.
Up the pyramids deserts.



Then came my new friends, they didn't know when I suffered my old car,they looked at my new faithful one and laughed, called it " the carriage",said it didn't match my status.



Now I look at it with hatred , why did I got stuck with you.
I like you but you are not enough for me now.
I like like you but I have to let you go.

I love myself more, and I have to show up with the next best thing