Sunspots

Sore...


I legs are sore. All thanks to soccer. Trying to get the ball away from the opponent is hard. Maybe having to stretch and trying to get the ball caused all the soreness. But sleep was like chocolates. Damn nice.


You say no more...


Black Label Society is nice. Not bad.


What the hell am I thinking when I thought of that? It will never happen. So why must I waste my time and try? I was all hyped up at the beginning. But everytime, I will soon realise that it's never going to happen. But some part of me just want to try. But is rejection is to much of a problem to face right now? I don't know. Think of it, I'm not that clever, I'm not that good looking. What do I have? Being generous is not enough. Being nice is also not enough. Guess what. I'm so fed-up with this system. Why must girls feel this way about me? How long must I endure this? My whole life I have been hiding this by pestering them. Pissed off? Yes. Happy? Yes.


It you don't understand what the hell I'm writing, It's okay. You're not suppose to understand...