When griping grief the heart doth wound,
and doleful dumps the mind opresses,
then music, with her silver sound,
with speedy help doth lend redress.
-William Shakespeare
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Pointless
Things were alot simpler and happier. I'm fighting very hard but I'm getting tired.
signing off at 3:59 PM
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Moving Along
Even the biggest and strongest of things get broken. At some time, and some place. Sadly, hardly anything stays as it was, as much as you wished it to be. Then I'd say, it takes nerves and courage to venture into these inevitable uncertainties.
Honestly I'm scared and don't know what to do. I wished things never changed. Life beats you down to size.