I'm suppose to be a nerd mugging my ass off but apparently not. I've something bugging me and I just need to let if off somewhere and I decide to rant on this dying blog.
Guess what, I'm running out of everything. Running out of time, running out of patience, running out of trust, running out of love. Where to get supply? That's dumb I know. Whatever.
I'm running outta trust. I don't know the extent I should trust. It's different from love. I still love you, but I don't trust you. I realised how tough it is to really put my heart into believing when mere words are plain simple. I know I need to find back that trust before I lose all that energy to do so. The source I reckon would be love. But wait, is it really my fault that I lose that trust? Or is it becos of you?
And yes, I'm running outta love and the patience to love. And maybe everyone is feeling the same way towards me as well. Fucked up that you actually have to hold the phone at your ears at the earliest time of the morning and listen to some mad woman blast her rants at you tho everything is pretty much none of your business and you can't do much anyway. Well that sucks. And it sucks to be me. Love can run out, can you actually believe this piece of shit I'm saying? Love runs out...
I just wanna run away to somewhere and talk to the animals. Like as if I actually like ém. The point is, I'm always on the run. Escaping from what I have to face. Escaping from all the answers I've to give. And it's a never ending race. When will I ever stop and learn to face my problems? Someone asked me before. I couldn't answer him right after him. And I still cannot.
Ok, this is an emo piece of crap that I vomitted out. After a few days, certain issues will haunt me again. And guess what, life gets tougher.
Oh yea, happy 18th lorraine. Totally love the steamboat. hahahaha. ty for everything. 
