Saturday, October 08, 2005
An empty shell
What is life? I dunno. Haven had one the past week. Busy in work, burying myself under the loads of work. I'm dealing with so many things until I think I've lost myself.
I feel so much like a empty shell. I've lost my heart and soul and appearing before others in the form of my physical shell.
How much more can I take? I'm hitting my threshold level and I'm fading away. Felt like a robot the past week. Haven shed a tear and I won't allow myself to.
I dunno anything, but all I know, I'm running away. All I see is a long long freeway with no end and I'm running.
I dun wanna think or recall. No I dun. I just wanna run. The inner me has ran away, leaving only about 30% left.
If another thing hit me, I'm gonna break, I will and I am.
OH, i'm so in love with victorian at {/11:07 PM}
