that feelin'

when you walk around in circles, you're not exactly having fun nor are you exactly feeling bored.

trying desperately to get your social circle back into full drive isnt exactly pleasing too.

fears desperations relations.

wishing i could walk into a fire and burn into ashes disappearing from the face of this world.

flings scandals girlfriends.

what the hell are these for. it stuck me. hard. i dont need these. screw all of you.

paddles boats waves.

fuck the waves. i will just throw my paddle at you.

pens books projects.

wished i had a dog to eat them up.



im sick, sick of rowing sick of studies sick of friends sick of me.



bring on the old times, just sitting by the cool breeze on my face, hearing the calm of the waves.

This entry was posted by junhanismuscles, on Friday, January 26, 2007. You can leave your response.