Sunday, June 29, 2008

btw,this is not a poem.just some short shitful sentences.

you got this problem.
you told some people about it.
people who you thought would understand and wana listen, maybe they'll give some advice or two, or an opinion maybe.

you were sure these people were on your side.
well at least, if not help, they can offer some comfort.

youre dead wrong!
coz the next thing you know,
other people are laughing about it
like its a joke
or what ever.


n u wonder who the hell told them about it.

while they laugh about it,
you came home half soaked in your own tears
thinking of how to tell them
that it is not a joke
that it is your life
maybe you made some stupid mistakes
but its a mistake
when its a mistake.
its your life n nothing;s a joke in it.
it hurts n they should know about it

but most of all
the people that you told the problem should know that its not a joke
but well
everythings fucked up
n youre still the one whos not laughing.

anyway,
the firts day of the games went 'terribly' well..
we lost the game badly but thats okay
i fucked up with the participants food but i think thats okay too at least for now
i played in rain n my head n foot hurts
but people laugh about y0ur mistakes,
thats not so okay
people whom you trust laugh about your mistakes
thats really not okay!

theres so many sentences-beginning-with-IFs that come across my head now.




im just fullofshit.