Friday, July 15, 2005
dance with my father.
thank goodness for this song. the soothing voice of Luther Vandross, the therapeutic beat. it is calming my nerves and letting me breathe.
finished reading 'Nina : Adolescence'.
and i think, im so like her. nina.
my suicidal tendacies are always in me, lurking and showing at my darkest times. the way she looked at snow, at the trees. letting her imagination run wild. the way she got angry with her parents after the mother announced the divorce. the way i got angry and broken.
the cold wind blowing in from my window lets me forget that im here, in singapore.
tears still well up, whenever i think about the past. i wish i could say for sure, that those were days that would never be relived.
ive stopped doing homework when im home. stopped showing any signs that im still schooling when im home.
really. im astonished myself at how i can just put school out of my mind, and believing that it doesnt matter.
thank goodness for this song. the soothing voice of Luther Vandross, the therapeutic beat. it is calming my nerves and letting me breathe.
finished reading 'Nina : Adolescence'.
and i think, im so like her. nina.
my suicidal tendacies are always in me, lurking and showing at my darkest times. the way she looked at snow, at the trees. letting her imagination run wild. the way she got angry with her parents after the mother announced the divorce. the way i got angry and broken.
the cold wind blowing in from my window lets me forget that im here, in singapore.
tears still well up, whenever i think about the past. i wish i could say for sure, that those were days that would never be relived.
ive stopped doing homework when im home. stopped showing any signs that im still schooling when im home.
really. im astonished myself at how i can just put school out of my mind, and believing that it doesnt matter.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 10:38 PM.
