imalex's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When No Stranger Will Come There are so many reasons why I just want to become a destructive person. This life is all so bloody sped up. People so eager to find answers. I want to waste time. Waste time wandering. Waste time thinking. I don't want a bloody purpose. Despite being so enthralled by the unknown, I am scared. And tired of having to ask, where do I go? Too many options. Too many places for me to end up. Which ones will make me happy? How much time do I really want to waste? And where can I go, at the end of the day, when no stranger will have me? 12:24 a.m. - 2013-10-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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