Confused-Shoes

     I could not write when I am not sad. I could not write except when misery serves as my  inspiration. There is nothing to write about, at least for me, when things are even perhaps slightly going well.

     That is why I could not bear drinking when I am lonely. Well, I drink with friends when I am happy. But when I am lonely I sit down and write. When I am happy I greet the world. When I am sad I hear myself talk, and I write it down.

Now it is time to f*ckin sing!

(All  is grounded and you should go make a mountain out of it.)

              Ah. Ah. Oh yes, go on, now, attaboy.

      

(Hold me close, never let me go. Hold me close. Melt my heart like April snow.)

             if you could read this, then, I’d like to thank you and insult you. Thank you because you pay attention. Insult you for being tasteless. Why bother reading me?

(You know we’ve got to find a way to bring some loving here today…)

     Is it really summer? Winds and clouds all over. I am sick. I am singing to silly love songs again.

(And I thought what I felt was simple, I thought that I don’t belong, and now that I am leaving, now I know that I did something wrong)

    What? What?

(pasensya na, this is a bad post. I need to run to the nearest tindahan to go buy myself another pack of cigarettes. Or maybe not, cause I only got enough money to buy two sticks and one juicy fruit.)

sorry.

(songs by Jason Mraz, Johnny Mathis, Marvin Gaye and Lisa Loeb)