Tuesday, November 27, 2007 @ 1:34 AM

i'm worrying over the most minute and trivial things.
i hate pms.
makes me feel worse.
i need to go escape real badly.
i want to scream.
i want to cry.
i want to do anything that can make me feel better.
i can't sort my thoughts out.
i need to talk to her.
i need a shoulder to cry on.
and a sea to scream my heart out.
anything.
just to make me a feel better.
chocolates aren't a help anymore.
it used to be my antibiotic.
and now, it became immune to my nerve system.