so what happens when u know u have got the ability to do something?



to be the bastard?

OR

to be the mr nice guy



i have no idea. many a times ppl would hit this scenario. but how often do they actually stop to think? so thats some food for thought. i would give a penny for your thoughts.






**the need is getting dire. the time is drawing short. i need to feed. i need to release. i want it. i crave it. but would i ever get it?





**so i guess u are still a part of me. u still have an effect of me. i bet u dont know that. but if u do. i hope we share the same sentiments.

u say u love me more than her.
u say u want only the best for me.
u say u are in control of yourself.


u blabbering liar.


when will u ever grow up? when?



fuck. fuck it all.
i promise i'll leave.
rid u of the misery.

goodbye.


mum.
thanks for everything.