Confessions of the impertinent predilections of a sinner...

I can't believe I can't convince myself about anything and everything.
I can't believe how difficult it is for me to put my foot down and get something right.
I can't believe how bad I have fared when it comes to being a friend. Just a friend.
I can't believe how bad I have fared, when it comes to being a girlfriend, a daughter, a owner (of my dogs)
I can't believe I've turned into someone I don't even know, anymore.

I can't believe that i AM delusional.
I can't believe how screwed up my life is right now.
I can't believe i have the power to resist drinking my nights away.

I feel like moving out. Its all getting on my nerves. I don't know what people want from me. I feel like moving out... out of this world. Can I?

You, and you and you... I'm pissed off. So I'm telling you. All these ends HERE.
Right here. You'll not hear from me, again. Perhaps, cos, I'm moving out. I'm moving out to live my own life. And you, you and you... will never get the piece of me that you've always wanted...or rather, I'll take back the fragments of myself that I've given out. And...... piece myself together again in my own solitude.


I have pictured the little girl in the corner long enough. with her worn out shoes and the dirt in her hair. I can almost feel myself crying for her. Lets give that little girl a break, please.