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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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it's basically the inside of sakinah's brain.but mercifully edited, censored, and anaesthesised with a heavy dose of prozac. tagboard
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This is where I swear a lot
Why should I give a shit again?There should be no need to chase after a shadow of a person whom I once admired, foolishly thinking that some shreds of the past might be returned to me. Silly even to think that I owned anything at all. Why should I give a damn about somebody who clearly doesn't think much of me, if at all? That's just what friends do HAH. Friends. Fuck that idea because that shit's supposed to work like a transmitter and a radio but the antenna ain't working 'coz no signal's being picked up. Nothing but white screen boys. So why should I give a shit? Because that's just what friends do. Or at least, a fool who's hoping to be one. Labels: fuck this fucking shit |