I wonder how’s it going to be when it goes down, how’s it going to be when your not around, how’s it going to be when you found out there was nothing between you and me. ‘Cause I don’t care how’s it going to be.
I get what I want. Ear canal infection which caused temporary deafness in one ear.
I get it all, silence, the one thing I craved since I met people. In a crowded place, everything is a whisper to me, I’m not complaining, I like it. You know what it feels like? It’s like being in a place where you own the world. Your own world, your own universe.
I’m in the mood of laughing and do you know what people said about people who laughs with them self? It’s borderline insanity.
The bitter taste of inxilon lingers in my mouth and I asked my self, how’s it going to be when you tasted like inxilon? Nobody would get it, their mind leads them to obscenity right away.
People said, “I don’t like writing things on blog or tumblr or any social networking site, it’s just too public and I don’t really want people to know my personal problems, I’m not an attention whore.”
YOU FUCKING LIAR.