August 05, 2006 You never seem to listen anymore so why should I listen to you? Why should I talk to someone who treats my words as junk. It just goes in one ear and out the other. I don't know you anymore.
How am I to study if there's always something spoiling my mood.
I hate weekends. I should stop going out. But I just can't. I hate staying at home. I hate everything, almost everything.
It's just too late ; everything.
And I just wonder, why am I alive? why am I here? why am I regretting? why my life's a joke? why some people don't get chances in life? why is the world unfair? why am I trying to run away? why is everything revolving, much faster than I can swallow?
Everything's gone, just gone. Gone, gone, gone.
I try to pretend, that everything's alright. Just makes me so tired, to try or not to try. But everything's not alright.