i woke up this morning. and i think to myself, 'darn i'm still here.'
i prayed to that one last night. ya i meant god. to stop my heart. just stop it. but he didnt. i went on thinking how to break myself from the rest of the world. and then.. i dozed off.
i remembered something ernest told me some time back. if it's yours, it's yours.
what if it's not mine? and i really want it so bad?
i'm sure there are times where your life sucks to the MAX MAX MAX. unlucky stuff, on the same day. you wake up to a thunderstorm. you run out of house. the wind and rain is so strong a tree branch hit your head and it starts bleeding. major pimple breakouts. all traffic lights turn red on you. eight projects to be due the next day. you name it.
and suddenly, you just dont feel like living..


too much of nothing is never enough.