there are just way too many things in that concoction to drink in. she's losing it. as they speak, her ability to distinguish the individual ingredient from the mixture is slowly tappering off. how is she feeling. she's wrecked. or maybe not. no idea. still groping at for what feels like the millionth time tonite.
oh yes. this is what it is like - it’s like moving from a house you have lived in for like, forever. a house whose corners you know inside out, know which walls have safeboxes behind them, know which plates go in which cupboards. there are your fav little knickknacks on the shelves, tubs of ice-creams in the fridge, the kitchen perpetually smells like good food. it’s homey, it’s cosy, it’s warm, it’s got you written all over it. you live in this place. you belong to this place, this place belongs to you. and then one day, you’re just picked up and thrown out of this house...and then you dun know what to do...
this is it. this is how it feels like.
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she wanted to know everything, but now, she would rather not know. damn it!! its been such a long time now, hasnt she learned to bury all the unneccessary emotions to the very pit bottom of that black hole.
the 13th of Aug 2009 is an important date. a special date, the events of which warrant documentation for the future purpose of looking back and saying, this is when it began. and ended.
goodbye. my curly angel.
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