Tuesday, 4 March 2008 @ 2:40 am
im scared
i fear for the worst to come. smhow inside of me, knows that it has happened. and i, am choosing to run away frm the truth. i hate myself for not being brave and to fight for it. i need strength. i silently pray to u, granting me the strength to overcome this obstacle.
tis' the way
Reach my prismic soul.
Hello, my name is paper and I am a piece of paper.
My purpose is to have people write on me and to be printed by printers.
I like the smell of wood because it smells like my parents.
My ambition is to be thrown away and recycled.