Thursday, March 22, 2007
another night I cry myself to sleep,
I really wonder, why do people make mistakes they wish they can erase? Turn back even? My whole life was a mistake on it's own. I keep on turning down that God-forbidden road, even though I know it's wrong. Sigh. Why can't mistakes don't exist. At least it'll make life alot easier to handle.
I hate my life. I hate myself. I just hate everything about me. From the tops of my head to the sole of my feet. Hate, hate, hate. Argh. I wish I wasn't even born.
REGRETS. MISTAKES. TEARS.Labels: bunch of crap-shit