Inching towards my destination in a snail like pace.
Frustrating. I've never felt like this since high-school.
The ready to go in and die without thinking.
The I don't care it's just some peanut case feeling.
I know I can't afford to lose this ticket.
It's too vital for me to throw it into the dustbin.
Yet, that's exactly what I am doing right now.
And I'm done asking and telling and talking shyt.
Coz deep inside there's always this grim that's hiding away.
I've seen it, I've felt it, hell I know it so well.
Too well.

You stopped smiling.
That's when I know, you're trustable no more.
I won't blame you for any of it.
Coz I know, I'll live.


12:54 AM