yellow roses. blue coffin. jie can make the speech. make it simple. my funeral pic shall be my baby photo coz that is e only time i looked fuckin good.
to love or be loved? u can never haf it both ways. it hurts inside to noe that we cud haf tried."he is everythin u wan /everything inside u tt u wish u cud be/ he says all e rite things at exactly e rite time/ but he means nothing to u. and u dun noe why." vertical horizon's everything. recently came bac into my life again.
bon jovi's livin on a prayer.. "we've got to hold on to wat we've got./it doesnt make a difference if we make it a not/we got each other and thats a lot for love/we'll give it a shot! oooh halfway there../oooh livin on a prayer/ take my hand and we'll make it i swear/oooh livin on a prayer. "
this is it. this is how death feels like. numb. yet scared. u walk alone. alive wif emotions yet dead. hopeless without soul. life drains. we work so hard to die.
i anticipate and dread the end.