没有你的第一百二十六天

i know i've changed.
i need to sort out my thoughts.
but giving up aint as easy as it seems to be.
i bore the hope.
hope for the possilbilities.
but thats not the only thing that troubled me.
i know i shldnt spell this.
cause i dont wanna them to feel guilty.
maybe its not their fault.
but i dont get the responses everytime i speak.
they never listen.
then i shant speak.
spare that agony.
welcome serenity.

fcking MI ppl.
thinking that they're hell load funny.
hello people, get a life.

22:25
mounting homework.
paramount importance.
deadmeat.
touched by poem of Gavin Ewart-'Ending'.
isnt it like this all along?