It's called poetic revenge
Sunday, June 24, 2007
i remember once reading that death itself is confession, confession to crime, edvidence of guilt and well to those non criminal ppl.. its edvidence of quitting. giving up. the human is i wld say extremely adaptable and strong i suppose. esp e human mind. but wat if those less fortunate ones or weak. death would seem like paradise. to end the suffering they have to live. why not juz give it away and feel nothing. whats the difference when u already feeel nothing at all in life.other den pain, pain, and more pain. pain that doesnt heal. unlike the cut of the flesh, nothing a little antiseptic cream cldnt fix. matters of e heart, how much money and time can u pay a therapist.
best thing is if someone dies and no one has a clue. the horror n shock to the parents it must be. the confusion n hot gossip it must be for friends. the sense of loss ? nah~ u cant lose somethin that wasnt even yours. you cant lose somethin that you didnt wanted.you cant lose friendship when you werent real FRIENDS. you cant lose a sister that you already hate.you cant lose a daughter which you didnt want in the first place who only caused problems. you can lose a love 1. but it isnt much of a loss when she only was a burden.
she tries u noe. she tries to make everyone happy. but she cant. shes sorry she cant and shes sorry she disappointed u.
~Chuis~4:45 PM
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