confessions of an emo-fuckshit

Holy Mother, full of gracious virtues, patient and well taught, give me strength against my enemies. make these headaches go away. send me a touch, a kiss, a hug. help me not to shrivel up and die. -VIVI, the Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood

these gloomy days are wearing me out. they make me weak. and tired. and stupidly pathetic.

i hate rain. it makes me worship profanity. it makes things all tangled up. now, i no longer knew how to keep up with all these mess i’m into.

the continuous rain magnifies every negative emotion and before i knew it, i am swelling with intense emotions.. and poof! hell-o doomsday!

*BLOG.the.heaven’s.pouring.down.misery..T.T

P.S.

now i know what they meant with gods must be crazy! Xp