Tuesday, October 26, 2004

How should he be my best friend if all I speak about is my other best friend, wouldn't jealousy occur

But no it didn't go too badly and it gels us both so tightly together it is more important than the tangible intimacy many are familiar with already

(The average no. of sexual partners Singaporeans have is 5.8)

If I could I would make sense of this silly madness that is coupling and love and all.

But it is something good that which part of it eludes me sometimes, and frustrates me so.

I wish I wish that I could just home in on one thing,

I will and it is hard, because it will not be about me at all

I am the only one to blame for this. (See below).

Sad dreams, leave me by myself and I'm drenched in the rain of sadness..

Wish I could be by myself wish I could be happy

But I'm being obstinate with my own wishes

I think,

I have the dark side of a drug addict or alcoholic, someone constantly wanting to be in stupor, wanting to be intoxicated, wanting to indirectly damage myself and find pleasure amongst.



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