Sunday, December 12, 2010

They will never be mine

Getting emotionally involved in things that are not mine is fu*king torturing.

I mean, I knew it. And I knew it early. But my little one had its very own way of dealing with things. And now see the mess I have to clean.

THEY ARE NOT MINE!!! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

I am not sure to what extend had my little one done the damage. I tried convincing myself, that everything is under control. But the dreams and dark circles told me it's not. It's on loose. With things getting too comfy, I overestimated myself.

This has to be quick and sharp, I thought. No giving-ins, no way. I can't afford another round of this. Getting possessive with those seriously freaks me out. I don't even wanna think about it.

Yeah right, a gloomy moody me. I blame it on the weather.

It's a cold rainy night, this song I am playing...

1 comment:

  1. i'm beginning to wonder what keep you up back then..

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