Before the mirror I ask a question of myself, “Is this me? Is it possible that this horrible, pathetic person, is myself?” There’s someone residing within and I don’t know which one is my true face anymore.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Stranger
Within the mirror I put on another mask. That part of me I hate the most, able to think about all his worthlessness. That stranger inside of myself who I have come to hide. Sometimes, that person appears, and before I know it he manipulates me
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Saturday, March 6, 2010
"Lights" does NOT mean safer. it refers to taste. "Lights" won't help you quit smoking.
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