Your friends are calling me when i'm asleep. You don't reply my messages. You never let me know when you're home safely This is why i hate it when you go drinking. Tell me how the hell am i supposed to concentrate on my TP later.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
I've never been this afraid in quite awhile. My throat is dry, i feel like running away. I just found out from my brother that they are asleep. But the last thing he heard from dad was "what the fuck". He's furious.
So far, i've spent my life trying to figure out the meaning of existence. I think that when i'm nearing my end, i would realize that this is it, nothing more. Maybe figuring out the meaning of life, is life.
