Thursday, 4 August 2011

I'm done. With this I'm done.

I mean, you appear so so rarely, and, to make matters worse, not when I need you to be around. You're near me just 'after', not 'while', not 'before', just... 'after'. And there's nothing I can do anymore. Advice has no role in such moments. It's useless.

And I got bored to write novels, just because you missed the first part, but also the second, and so on.

It sucks, and no. I'm not sorry for stopping a thing that sucks from being so lame.

7 comments:

  1. at who's aiming?

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  2. an old friend whose neurons suddenly disappeared

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  3. ... anything i need to know about?

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  4. okay. acum nu prea pot sa stau pe mess.. stii vechea poveste.. ne-auzim diseara.

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