Sunday, July 27, 2008
♥ 10:06 AM
We blow at the bubbles which we can never touch.
I shat just now.
It was so excruciatingly painful to see my pile of shit.
Omg it was like, diarhorea and shit mixed together.
IT WAS A HUGE PILE, I TELL YOU.
We excrete poop which we never dare to touch.
As the smell permeated the air,
I nearly thought impossible to breathe.
Just as how without God we will never be able to do things that are supposedly impossible.
Sometimes, I just wish the tests and stress would stop,
then it wouldn't be so hard to get through my feeling,
and think about what I want to do.
I want to know what I want to do with my life,
who would be a suitable role model for me and everything.
Sometimes, it's just so hard :/
Life is as hard as stone,
unmovingly, stone, cold.
