outside my window, it's raining as hard as it is bleeding and crying inside my heart.
i don't know if i can handle anything. i'm so afraid of failing;yet i don't do anything about it.
actions have consequences, and you are the one who chooses the actions.
do nothing, get nothing. you reap what you sow. you sow air, you get air.
argh, i am getting more ridiculous by day.
i don't know what i'm doing anymore; just drifting like a piece of dead, rotting wood on the ocean.
the rain doesn't stop for me; neither does the pain
i am a silly air-head, aren't i. self-piting as usual. no one pities me, why is it that i am compelled to pity myself? confidence is torn into shreds, passion is fizzled out faster than a candle burning in the wind. everyone talks happily but no one notices the one standing by the corner because it's cold and dark there. they have their dreams and aspirations; so does she. but the difference is within themselves. they believe in more that she does, they work harder because they believe. and she doesn't. she lost the capability to believe in anything at all.
