I'M FUCKED UP.
i'm completely messed-up.
you told me things that i never wanted to hear.
screw those pathetic words.

can't you see that i'm changing cos of you?
can't you open your eyes bigbig to see that i'm falling head over heels for you?
can't you see or even realise the hints that i've been giving?
but all you care is about your stupid game or homework or that i'm being lame.
MUST I SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU?
i'm afraid not cos even your friends can see that.
isn't this being childish?
i'm feeling something that i never wanted.
i don't care if you won't talk to me ever again,
but the fucking reason is that, well, you should know.
beats me embarrassing myself.
ahh, but you don't care.
from the poem i wrote and tell me, how can you not know?
it takes an imbecile not to know.
and i absolutely believe that you're NOT one.


valentines' day is coming up.
screw it.
its just another joy day for the couples and a miserable for the loveless.
i'm wondering, what makes v'day more special than any other day?
like couples still do their i-love-you kinda thing in public any other day.
so, what the hell is v'day supposed to be?
to celebrate the loveless?
P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C





that was totally weird.
i felt like having a personality disorder.
weird.
i tried to stop myself, but it wouldnt stop itself.


XOXO
DHAII