it must have been me. but this assumption has yet to be validated, she didn't give me a chance to know. well, you know, she just left. not the first time, this instance. this time, i ran out of fight in me to fucking want to do anything about it.
perhaps i was sick and tired.
sick and tired of going with a tree. least the tree can't move around, she was pulling the Houdini disappearing act on me. something like Cake's Never There, which i may have heard hundreds of times. the irony is, i never paid attention to all the lyrics when i hear a song, but human brains has this uncanny ability to sponge of information. bollocks useless information. the memories that i hold so dearly of her, the love for her melancholy, her affection, her intelligence, her kindness were unknowingly replenished by very hurtful demonic thoughts. the kind of thoughts that were recorded in a holy book men so passionately worship. i don't like unnaturally foul thoughts, it reflects a lack of order, a dawning calamity waiting to rise.
we're humans. we're not animals. we do things differently. the person i cared about, for many years, acted uncharacteristically contrastive from the former.
perhaps i was wrong about that too.
9:20 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
