O dear world,
Im in dire need of more crap from noone but you.

The word crap to me is synonymous to everything lousy that surrounds noone else but me.
Beneath this concrete exterior is someone with an intricacy alike to the drainage system of Rome.
So spare me.

I believe(still believing) that at the end of the day, I should always lie flat on my back and reflect.
My reflections include talking to my dear self, it might be a sentence or two.But sometimes, I talked a whole lot of nothing.It helps that Brian Mcknight is playing at the background.Right now it's "Back at One". Thanks window media player, you read my fuckened twisted mind.

Then an epiphany!
Cheer up Faezah, tomorrow's a suckier day!
Where I'll be waddling in a pool full of hypocritical bastards.Be it at work,school and everywhere else.

Then its home, where I'll ignore everyone and straight to the humble domain,The Room.
I have this mentality that if i close the door, the sorrows that accumulated while I was outside stay out.

Then I'll sit at the greying desk and scowl at the pictures that I pinned up at my noticeboard eons ago.
Happy faces.
Happy friends.
Where did these people go?

It's okay the boyfriend is what I've always needed to get through my shitty phase.
But there's always the argument.
That's what I've always needed,
For fuck.

This is a vicious cycle,my friends.
Do not dwell in it or you'll get sucked in.
What I meant is that do not dwell in sorrow.
Go for a drink or a smoke, you'll feel better.

Cause i'm not.
I' m gonna lie down now and reflect.

O world, you are a real mean bitch.