(i'll present bits and bits of the AMB shows.. so the bliss would last longer :D)
but no! a battlefield or a war location, im homed somewhere about the identical point. it's not good, it's a whole lot of noise, it's frustrating..
i loathe the fact that she's got to open her mouth to barb, without the least concern of the feelings of others, we are livings as well. the fact that we're livings, made me wish im stoned to never feel..
i need to express. i need a cheer. common blogspot articulations arent working as effectively now as compared to the memories reminisced.
my smile maker neglected me, with the best reason of the cues of being busy, to defeat me, wordless. my inspirational source had gone missing. hadnt seen her shadows since then, not even invisible msn trails.
ahh.. where are people when i need them?
i dont mean to bore you readers with pure depths of the current condition of mind. my heart sank in, effects of the senseless insults, nothing else. i feel bad for the victim.
cheerio sm..
