Fab, Mad and Bad Addie

Wannabe Poet, bogus Prophet, wobbly Blob of Fat, cynical Kindred Spirit, angry Angel, Irony in Juxtaposition. Oh, and I'm IT illiterate too.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Things That Pop Into Your Head On A Sunday Night

Like - what's His plan for me? Is He even in the picture? What am I doing wrong? Does the clairvoyant know anything? Was it true what she said? Why don't I like some people? You can't force me to like em when I don't.

Why do I bother?
Why does it hurt?
Why is it so complicated?
When did we get so scared? Choosy? Greedy?

Why do I never learn?
Learn what?

How many times have I wrote this note?
And I'm still writing it today? Again?

7th June 2009:
I feel lonely, and suddenly afraid that I will never find love.

What do I have to do to be loved by someone?

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