::Anna's SonG::

Sunday, July 16, 2006

::PooPooPoo::

After a rush day, all seems to be well. Turning into a cold-hearted bitch.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

::PooPooPoo::

Above me under seething skies..
I trusted you and all your lies.
Now upon a mirrored face,
I saw how badly I was disgraced.
Willing am I to give you a chance,
as of everyday I pull this stance.
Beyond every hope I push out of me,
A blurry road is what I see.
Aformentioned my blistering wounds may heal,
To me my plight is no big deal,
Allow the negative things to fester,
Eventually time will make things better.
I have no hope for you have none to give,
Better I feel Im dead than if I live,
Trouble follows me though I commited no crime,
Though consequences don't seem sublime.
Take heed, my little friend lest confused,
Though my irridescent problems amused,
I will be there for you forever no doubt,
Though in your heart you are not proud.
Confused I will be as I write this solemn song,
Wondering to where I will finally belong,
Alone as I am I will ne'er explain,
The efforts for you how I force tho' in vain.
Friends are there when you need them be,
But a friend she is, not to me,
Words have been said exchanged and felt,
And you chose to inflame my swollen welt.
Humiliated me you did without hesitation,
I do not ask for you and their separation.
Questions I need answers to,
Are being brushed off by of all people,
YOU.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

::PooPooPoo::

If you didn't do it, why were you so defensive in the first place, you stupid inconsiderate fucked up bitch. And +You+(yes you, in my heart) said that you didn't want to fuck up the wrong person. I didn't think you'd consider me as a person in the first place, because you've been fucking me up real good. I seem to be the man holding the dick and the balls in this relationship and doing everything. Good. At least I did something for you. God knows I'm not even going to bother becoming calculative. But don't drain the energy out of me and exhaust me.
I'm fighting the urge to be firm with you. You realise all that advice you gave me about being confident etc, I lacked all that because of you. You took me for a ride and gave me no time to throw up. As much as my heart adores you, you have already reached the stage whereby a small trivial matter could never escape your eyes and you'd just be pissed. It ruins my day, but then again, like you give a shit.

I'm so sick of love, sick of relationships, sick of fucked up people like you and your ex. I don't think I'm the one who needs to apologise anyway because in the first place had you also played your fucking part in handling this shit, I wouldn't feel like such a twit in the first place. Don't give me the shit about me choosing to be like that. I made it absolutely clear I would entrust everything in you, and this is how you've chosen to fuck it up for me. Why the fuck do I have to hold everything together while you gladly rip them apart. Every single day I'm giving you a chance, and you don't realise how many you've blown. But then again, like you give a shit. Fuck it. Grow up and be a man, or get the fuck out of my life. And I mean it. Hopefully you'll find someone as radical and as fucked up as you. I hate to love you, and sometimes I fucking just hate you. But no matter what, I still end up thinking of you before I sleep, knowing life's meaningless without you. But you're still a twit.

Monday, July 03, 2006

::PooPooPoo::

You said you didn't want to fuck up the wrong person...
But you didn't realize in the first place you were fucking me over...
I want someone who wants to hold me, who wants to love me...
I want someone who wants me to feel special and genuinely wants me to be happy...
I want someone to be proud of me in public, to openly hold my hand..not cower away...

And I only wish it was you.

Friday, June 30, 2006

::PooPooPoo::

Referee kelong. Can you believe it. Germany didn't deserve to win. Retards. I watched it and actually went back and puked out all my dinner. (tsst..i've actually got a shitty fever...) I had tons to write before but after someone criticised my blog...I have no more mood to write anything, compose anything, much less...bother. Not home yet, its 3:27am. I knew it. Once with friends, girl is forgotten. As so the wise man says, I am but an option, and therefore he is not my priority. I never knew I would live the day to feel this way with him.

::Let's no longer pursue this love. If there was any to start with. Half of me is already being killed by you::

All because of what, two fucking act cute retards. I can't believe he's nice to you. I'm the chee bai in this situation now. The anger I have inside is fucking surmounting and I only channel it out by crying or hurting myself. Why. Why am I always the fucker. Why do I always have to take in all the shit. WHY WHY WHY. Quan...WHY...WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME....You cant even talk to me, just sms me or type. What am I, some kind of fucking loser girlfriend you have that doesn't deserve a conversation with you.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

::PooPooPoo::

*Did you notice the card was missing on the spray until you opened your drawer?* I tore it up because you think these things will always keep coming. I'll always keep staying. Maybe you're right. Congratulations. You have a punching bag.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

::PooPooPoo::

3 more days. Whatever it is, just blame me. I will be forgotten.