Poisoned

I'm sick. Poisoned.

Both physically and mentally.

Going to sleep now. In the living room again.

Do you know that I'm trying to forget you. For I know you will be poison to me. Sweet sweet poison.

Analytical.

Men are from Mars, women are from Venus.
For we are two different species, trying to mingle and get along.

It's funny how things seemed to have cycled a full circle. I feel like I've experienced all of this before, a few months back.

The same cast, the same story, the same ending.

If you sit back and notice the world, you might just see the deeper meaning behind all the words, the actions and the acting. To be analytical never hurt anyone, yet.

For if you had any idea on what impact you had and might have on me, you might just realize how important you might mean mean meant to me.

I'm not being sad. I'm just being analytical.

Addict

An addict constantly does the things which he knows aren't good for him. But he can't help it. He's addicted.

So my days are lacking sleep once again. Filled up with projects, work and my non-willingness to sleep. I do think I'm dying soon. And I hope I do.

I've been feeling awfully messed up again recently.

And can someone turn off the bloody siren from the car downstairs. It's driving me crazy, rang for 30 minutes non stop and it's 6am in the morning. Maybe it's in my head.

And then there's you. I think I'm starting to get addicted to you.

What?

It all don't matter anymore.

For the feeling of dejection
and depression,
is overwhelming me.

I just don't see the point anymore.

No more ideas, no more inspiration.
No more life in me.

What to do?

Btw, happy birthday shortie

Shhh

For all that matters...everything might not matter in the end.

Been thinking too much again. Going to get my white hairs back.

Just keep quiet and everything will be fine.