When you're falling behind, I will carry you.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
1:08 AM
I want to live like I know what I'm leaving.
I want to know that my heart's still beating.
It's beating, I'm bleeding.
It's beating, I'm bleeding.
I swear I'm feeling beyond the word tired. But there doesn't seem to be anything I can do about it.
So then, fuck it.
Went to Bugis with Mum and my brother for that DHL hot-air balloon ride.
DHL.
That's the National Library.
40-storeys up.
How fucked up can this world get.
When even the one dearest to you betrays you.
And why do I feel that life doesn't make sense?
You love to hurt.
You live to die._________________________________________________