another day going by. and i find myself at my favourite corner, sitting down. im not thinking, im not doing anything. all i want to do is cry.
dont ask me why. life seems like a chore to me. something that i gotta do not-so-whole-heartedly. its damn siandening. :(
i dont even sound like a man. who i am hates who i've been.
who i am hates who i've been.