This is my story...

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Drunk. Fatigue. Headache. My head was spinning, the world went round and round. The tides turned against me yet again. I downed just as much as I could handle, and a little more. More than what I could do, hastened up every single sip I took. Yes. Sorrows are meant to be drowned, drowned into the bottomless sea, the bed of no living substance roam, because those things are meant to be settled there.

And yet again, everything came back. Everything went afloat, swirving through my memories again and again, time and again, the feeling of being drunk the first time was due to horrible and devastated events which drove me into nowhere, which left me with nothing at all

The repercussions of the events just came about. Somehow or rather I will never be able to get them off, to get you off, the impact was just too great, to much for me to handle even for now. Too much of a scar has reminence of it, too much of a pain I could withstand it. It is like a thousand knives through my heart, I just feel like, bursting out.

I lived and cried and cried and lived. It was just the same as everything. No, no one can help, at least, just give me a hug to make me feel better temporary, then it will eventually come back to haunt me again.

I just cannot let go, and I am trying to...

How could I move on? I do not know anymore...

Rambled by kaSh at 2:28 pm