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Friday, December 10, 2004
it's my fault. it's always my fault.
if i could turn back time, i'd wish it never did happen.
i wish you wouldn't have led me on.
i wish i wasn't so stupid to be led on.
i wish there would have been no temptation.
but it's already happened.
and i still can't put it behind me,
though i know i should.
God, help me.
and it's so difficult for me to take it as though nothing ever did happen.
dammit.
i'm going to bed. i know sleeping won't help.
i just want to rot in my sleep.
and die.


BimboQueen
12/10/2004 10:32:00 pm

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The BimboQueen

Serene Loo; Femme; 19 September 1987; Nineteen going on Twenty; Mass Communication Graduate; Account Management Executive; Nightlife; Retail therapy & more retail therapy; Very trigger happy; hayzelle@hotmail.com