<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/19048990?origin\x3dhttp://lylas-.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Friday, October 31, 2008

why? why am i feeling this way?

why do you always sound like my mom and you ask me why the both of you are saying the same things. do you want me to hate you?

why do you always make me feel like i'm just dragging you down or something? like i'll be the cause of your downfall.

i'm sorry i ate into 1 hour of your time. that's all i can say. i can never measure up to all your other priorities. oh yes i must have been inconsiderate. so maybe it's time to be considerate.

and there i was again, crying even in my sleep.

love you like a sister;
3:53 pm