Wednesday, January 12, 2011 ; 2:17 AM♥
DADDY WANKEE
15 more days, 15 more days, 15 more days.
I told myself i could do it, but why must that strange feeling keep popping out even before that actual day? I rather take the blow at once rather than to suffer day by day, looking at my otherself rot and decay. I would be half conscious when i took it all at once, which keeps me from thinking and thinking when i'm still conscious. I've seen the tallest tress fall down, it wasn't as hurting as this. Oh shit i just realise it isn't 15 days left. It is JUST A WEEK. A WEEK. A WEEK. A WEEK. A WEEK. A WEEK. And the longer I lay here I know it's harder to get up without you, lose another day here, i'm with you.
Goodbye, goodnight. I'll move on. You'll call it fate, I'll call it karma. We had our time, it was funwhile it lasted. I'll look back with honor and no regrets. I won't be mad, won't feel bad. These memories will never leave me. Don't be sad, cause life goes on, life goes on. It's getting too late. Tomorrow is here.