As usual..
Whenever I’m alone..
I tend to emo a lot..
Plus listening to emo songs..
That doesn’t help at all..
Its just makes me wonder more..
Ever since a few years ago..
The feeling of sleeping on a bed..
Had been lost to me..
History first..
I gave up my bed to my bro..
As I was seldom at home..
Later on it was not..
Some lame domestic affairs..
Causes me to lost my bed..
Which I cant sleep on..
Even if I so wanted to..
Damn that inconsiderate arse..
Causes me to lost my bed..
My previous bed..
I had been sleeping on it..
For two decades..
Imagine my love to my bed..
After all I had been through..
Some times I feel that..
Life doesn’t makes sense at all..
It doesn’t matter who you are..
Or what you are..
Once in are in bad luck..
You are in seriously deep shit..
As I grew day by day..
The amount of countless cases..
What does this tells me..
I’m not trying hard enough..
Being someone who thinks a lot..
Just makes one ponder on life..
From a thoughtful person..
Help out whenever able to..
Listen to every single whining..
Changing totally different party..
A dire one..
One who is do sins..
One who brings misfortune..
To his very close ones..
Come to think of it..
Its always people around me..
Who gets bad luck..
My family..
My friends..
Am I a jinx..
Yet I received so much help..
Even when I try to woo..
Its always a problem..
Not with them..
But with me..
Or my hand phone..
It will go dead timingly..
What went wrong..
Totally out of no where..
Sometimes I cogitate..
After been through so much..
I had these thoughts..
“I want to get attached as much as I don’t wan to get into a relationship”
“I want to get to marry as much as I try to avoid it”
But one thing there is something I’m hundred percent sure.
My hatred for myself is growing immensely as every nanosecond goes by.
A new nick: antianson
Peace out.