The Original

What the hell was I thinking when i typed the previous post? Its rubbish.. don't mind me please.. spur of the moment thing.. kinda like the one and only time where randomness clashes with pure stupidity.. yea yea... i can hear you saying.. ''finally you realise...''

right now.. i'm feeling anxious to get back home.. i have to get away from all that has been happening.. i cant stand the sight of a certain few.. and i cant stand not having my own space.. my only escape is by driving aimlessly around the quiet suburban streets of StrathAVEN, lidCOMbe... and hoMeBush.. i can breath a sigh of relief finally... coming home near midnight... still having to face the devil inside me.. i wish it was simpler.. but know.. reality has to throw it in my face.. now thinking back .. i miss the moments of last year.. the climax of one great story... i learn to appreciate the smaller things.. i dare say that i have learned a few lessons coming to this moment.. my favourite.. the social heirarchy.. yeap... heheh the original feeling was much better i must say..

God have mercy on the souls of the damned...
God save the people of hurt...
God heal me..

a year... in the devils presence..

anyone? hehe.. this might be the last post of the year.. God knows when I will write anything again.. i just had a sudden urge to write something somewhere no one knows about... besides.. my blog is already probably anonymous.. forgotten..yes...

anyhow.. the review of this year... its like having to play a whole football match with no shin pads.. a game i used to be passionate about... now a game played with lies and deception... i once thought of being whole.. but missing pieces no where to be found.. how i wish someone would appear.. to steal me.. like the stolen child.. I sit here in this chair.. staring at my screen... yes... i'm still thinking.....

the better half of this year belonged to this moment... the 2 quarters i prefer to speak more of than the previous 2.. i stay envious of how complete another is... yet i do nothing to complete me.. yet again i rant rubbish worth forgetting... i hear sounds of disappointment .. i have to forget..