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ponedjeljak, 26.09.2005.

:( > :)


And then it hits me:

I'm no longer happy. I don't smile. And it's so fucking sad because I remember smiling. I would smash my head not to remember.

Tennyson was wrong. It's not better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. But I still like it this way. I'll get a new face, I'll cry in the bathroom. I'll go out, I'll smile, I'll play a poker game and win a million $.

I've been hit and not killed. I must rise. I must be strong.


Still, it seems so hard to hold on to that thought.

I should just start by smiling. :)


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