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addictive
I throw all of your stuff away. I’m gonna clear you out of my head. I tear you out of my heart.
And ignore all your messages. I tell everyone we are through. 'Cause I'm so much better without you.
But it’s just another pretty lie. 'Cause I break down.
Every time you come around. So how did you get here under my skin? I swore that I'd never let you back in.
Should have known better in trying to let you go. 'Cause here we go go go again.
Hard as I try I know I can't quit. Something about you is so addictive.
We're falling together. you'd think that by now I'd know. cause here we go go go again.


Friday, December 19, 2008, 10:57 AM

I realised my posts are usually pretty grave and well, pensive. And I brood over thousands of insecurities, worries, annoyances, troubles, problems etc. Truthfully, I've utterly no absolute idea how I imperceptibly became so doleful and glum. Seemingly, it appears to be that everything I currently ponder about, is undoubtedly negative, or perhaps, I involuntarily let my thoughts run inxplicably wild on the negative effects of all issues. Sigh, it's unbearably exhausting, and I should honestly cease all these distressing acts, afterall it is unhealthy to to get myself so worked up and terribly worried over minor problems. But the most unpleasant thing of all is that, those unnerving and cursed thoughts surreptitiously creep back steathily into my mind. And I can't help it, once again.

I should die.

On a very much brighter and lighter note, there's the church christmas party later on in the evening, and it'll probably take my mind off everything, I reckon.