Apr 29, 2009

alter's conversation

dear love, i know youre so scared of yourself. but what can i do? how in the world i can help u?

yes, love.. blame the world... blame the money... blame them all, even the president. yes... they're guilty, we're not!
go on... find urself a comfy shell. and never ever ever ever come out.

we're no angel love. we're not. we live in sins. sure, we are... but are u happy now love? no? not even a bit?
oke, we'll work it out.

yes love?
what???
givin up is not the answer love. there will b a door opened up for us.. yes, especially for u. please dont.. dont hang yourself in that tiny little petit rope. u'll only get a broken neck and a mess in ur face. u dont wanna b ugly in your last livin day . believe me.

i d-o-n-t k-n-o-w love. oh, fuck it! fuck it!!! you alway make it difficult for me! i-j-u-s-t-w-a-n-t-t-h-e-b-e-s-t-f-o-r-u!!!

no! you're halucinating.
im not yelling @ u.
no.. no.. love.. yes! ure my precious.. you are.

we're not goin nowhere. okey? stop saying that. it hurt u more.
it hurt u more. me too.
we'll fix u.
no scratch nomore.


hang on.. gtg 4 a while.. customer....

wait.. dont go...

damnit... 5 minute. oke?? 5 minute. ..
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come on... i know u're waiting... u're always do...
i'll come by later.