
Whenever life seems to drift you away from me,
I can’t help but cry.
You’ve grown to be such a part of me
that without you,
life is no more than a desperate sigh.
They do say love comes and goes,
and to that I disagree.
So here’s my hand,
take it and don’t let go of me.

Even a 7 year old can see you’re full of shit.

i have shrek’s foot?
seriously, what is the problem w these people? i have my own reasons for doing or not doing anything, not listen to only outsiders’ opinions. & besides, she’s not even an outsider. i’d even say she did a much better job than you did. i’m going t ignore people who think that it is my fault for being sick. like as if i told my brain to stop functioning so that i can get that blackout and get my ass into hospital. like as if i told my mind to shut down so that i’d miss one step & sprain my damn ankle. like as if i can control everything. if i can, i wouldn’t be here. i’d be up there; as god. they dont seem to understand what it means by some things are beyond my/our control.
i just realized i have been working for more than a month now. i am a working adult. i have entered another phase of my life. is this what i want? or am i doing this for the sake of doing this?