the write to be wrong

Monday, July 13, 2009

I spent a lot of time thinking yesterday about how many times i can take it. Once, twice, three times.. Are there more in store?

There are people who are toxic to my life, plans, peacefulness. Some i have never even met, including her. She's like cancer. Because even after painful and tiresome healing processes she keeps coming back. At some point this has to stop. So either she or i succumb.

but why blame only the cancer when there is another element in the equation?

why does it have to be so complicated. It should have been a swat-the-fly and move on case.

then again, shoulda, woulda, coulda are the last words of a fool.

and how is it harmless as u say?
she is worth your betraying my trust. she is worth your causing me pain.

then why am i still here?
without u, there's no cancer.

If there is anymore then u can count me out because it is beneath me.

|11:49 PM|