Cheap thrills lose their temptation.
Rather interesting day I must say, Saturday.
Pet farm, T3, Mount Sophia, Bugis and Arab Street. And all by 5pm :) That way I didn't miss mass. I got slightly burnt though. Bloody sun.
Nobody wants to pick me. I am unwanted.
Looks like I'm walking... In the friggin sun. Pouts ugly for the sunshine.
T3's a nice place to go. But I live in the West and its in the East :/
You know some days when I get upset I just keep silent? Some days I just don't shut up?
You know.
I'm just like you too. Every morning I wake up some times glad about my appearance, and some days I wished I looked exactly like you. Many days I'm good with my flat chest but you know, some days I wish I wasn't too. Some evenings I'm glad that I know what I love to do but some nights I doubt my passion's true. When I look in the mirror, sometimes I'm contented but sometimes I wish I was pretty like you. My top's off and some times I wish I wasn't that fat although I know I ain't that bad too. Many weekends I pray so hard to your God but my faith's so weak I wish I could trust him like you do. I know its difficult to swallow, but more often than you think, even a person like me gets insecure too.
And there are so many things that I never speak of and you'll never know. You think I'm a machine? But one day you'll realise machines feel too.
Suicide, blasphemy and make-believe.
Is it time to revolt yet?
Monday, April 28, 2008
Posted by
Michelle
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10:04 PM
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