the last thing i would have done today was to wake up early at 9am.
i was back in the wee hours at a lil' past 4am.
i didn't think my dad would wake up at my
already silent tip toes to say i'm disrespectful and ridiculous.
we barely talk and what sad words i heard.
we should have bought a house where the master bedroom's furthest away from the main door.
damn - my parents are such light sleepers.
i wished i had tickets to europe right now.
i seriously don't mind trading the last day of my life.
just as why men don't understand women,
i don't understand my boyfriend sometimes.
i'm getting the jitters whenever something upsets him.
and that reason is supposing me.
darn i hate that feeling.
but sometimes i think way back,
and it's not like i'm unfaithful
with some other guy.
in other words, i just hate that wronged feeling.
shyt.
i remember the younger days when we all were seeking our identity.
even though i might have grown out of that identity seeking age,
i still doubt myself sometimes.
it's infuriating.
i'm dreaming of a real success,
but please don't tell me to start by studying.
you know,
i haven't been a fan of vulgarities,
especially when they come out of a lady's mouth,
it's down right appalling.
it's someone i saw last night you see.
but...
i love playing with thoughts in my head,
while kicking back in a tranquil place,
wishing i could forever be barred from Noise.
so long now.