Thursday, September 17, 2009

Magma

I want to cry.

But that would serve no useful purpose cept dehydrating me.

I want to punch something.

But I'd only crush my knucles and make a bloody mess.

I want to scream.

But I'd like to keep whatever shred of dignity I have left.

I want to throw up.

But I hate the feeling.

I want to cry.

But I won't.

1 comment:

  1. having not come by in quite a bit i seem to pick the most opportune times to visit ur blog .. if ur still not ok sms/call me. hope its not anything too serious *hug*

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