Sunday, January 08, 2006
[11:23 PM]
blame it on the way i was brought up. blame it on the environment i grew in. blame it on what i dare say my history for the level of my maturity. but i don't blame you for being envious about it. it was real torment that caused me to lack the sensitivity to understand you and your paranoia. you succumbed to what you thought was love. i laughed of course and i had not bothered to laugh behind you. because i don't mean evil. i laughed in front of you so you'd know. and i thought you understood. i feel sorry for you. and i feel sorry for myself for i have failed to make you realise the truth. my intention bears honesty and chastity but i guess it's error on my part for the faulty projection. it was great while it lasted. fancy me calling you my good friend.
i guess it's true, no good deeds go unpunished.
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