And how many times d'you expect me to cry over you?

I had so many bloody thoughts i wanted to put in pen last night while waiting at the bus stop for my dad. But i didn't have any paper or pen. Sucks. ): I should start carrying a paper and pen with me more often.

It's like we're caught up in this never ending cycle. More like i am caught up in it.

Sometimes, you feel as though you have plenty of friends but when you're down and feel as though the whole world is against you and all you want to do is pick up the phone, call someone, and start wailing at them, you can't seem to find one that could actually do the job. It just makes you feel... shittier. Is that even a word.

Anyway, i hate being caught up in this cycle and i hate falling in and out of love over and over again.

Sigh, but i guess that's just life huh.

"You can never actually understand love, but you know, most of the time, you may feel that love actually understands you."

I know it doesn't make sense when you first read it, but then again.. Hmm. Sets you thinking.

I need to break free from alot of things, because sometimes i don't even know how to fucking react to certain things that comes in my way.

I wish last night could've lasted forever. I wished that i should have had more guts to do what i thought of doing last night. But then again.

Grrrrrrrr. I need to go out. Fuck life, fuck love.