e furthur e better
Im very pissed.. Rather a mixture of feelings
I ran out of home ytd,
Taking only my bus pass n hand phone n a packet of tissue paper n not forgetting my econs notes…
Im penniless or rather it’s not a must for me to survive on money…
Money is jus a thing to satisfy my lust, desire… im referring to me buying goods.
Ppl often say tt when a woman is feeling low, she will buy a lot of thing. She will jus continue to splurge until she is satisfied… I totally agree on this.
Im also guilty of this act… but in another form
There is smth missing in my life.. n tts love..
I dun have any form of emotional support from family, instead its tons of stress n responsibility for me..
Im seriously tired.. Very tired of all things.
physical connections = mental connections; those responsibilities are meant for ppl of older age n im doing it rite now, tts y im more mature… but I never see it as a bad thing.
Wat I need its jus smth simple.
A warm home
Some1 who care for me, cos my mum dun…
Attentions, am I jus so insignificant?
Hope e fact tt I ran away from home is a wake up call for her.
Being deprived of care n concern, guess only material gds can replace this gap partially
Actually, I had nowhere to go, I went out abt 8.15pm.
Taking only bus pass, I noe I can travel anywhere I wan to… but I was aimless n lonely n scared n cold…
E feeling was really terrible n I was tearing…
I boarded bus 14, initially I wanted to take all e way to bedok n take back, but I know im unfamiliar with e place n would be extremely scared… so I got off at suntect n went to esplanade.
Esplanade was indeed a nice place, I was there e day b4… but obviously it’s a very different feeling.
I headed straight to e roof terrace… e view was fantastic, tall structures, e sea, e breeze, e lightings… so romantic… ironically, I wanted to end there…
But I had no guts
I had no one… I was all-alone…
This feeling of being stranded on a remote island helplessly was not strange to me…
E absence of love…
All alone
Desperate
Silly?
I don’t know…
Im a posh person, even in e midst of running away, my thoughts n feelings r noted down in poem form…
I left home
Out of frustration.
Its cold out there
And yet it seemed warmer.
I have no where to go
Except heading aimlessly or so…
Stress overwhelmed me
Of that simple and carefree life…
Love me
Or leave me,
Don’t question me!
Desperation kills…
Im running…
Far from the place
I call home
30 may 06
I ran out of home ytd,
Taking only my bus pass n hand phone n a packet of tissue paper n not forgetting my econs notes…
Im penniless or rather it’s not a must for me to survive on money…
Money is jus a thing to satisfy my lust, desire… im referring to me buying goods.
Ppl often say tt when a woman is feeling low, she will buy a lot of thing. She will jus continue to splurge until she is satisfied… I totally agree on this.
Im also guilty of this act… but in another form
There is smth missing in my life.. n tts love..
I dun have any form of emotional support from family, instead its tons of stress n responsibility for me..
Im seriously tired.. Very tired of all things.
physical connections = mental connections; those responsibilities are meant for ppl of older age n im doing it rite now, tts y im more mature… but I never see it as a bad thing.
Wat I need its jus smth simple.
A warm home
Some1 who care for me, cos my mum dun…
Attentions, am I jus so insignificant?
Hope e fact tt I ran away from home is a wake up call for her.
Being deprived of care n concern, guess only material gds can replace this gap partially
Actually, I had nowhere to go, I went out abt 8.15pm.
Taking only bus pass, I noe I can travel anywhere I wan to… but I was aimless n lonely n scared n cold…
E feeling was really terrible n I was tearing…
I boarded bus 14, initially I wanted to take all e way to bedok n take back, but I know im unfamiliar with e place n would be extremely scared… so I got off at suntect n went to esplanade.
Esplanade was indeed a nice place, I was there e day b4… but obviously it’s a very different feeling.
I headed straight to e roof terrace… e view was fantastic, tall structures, e sea, e breeze, e lightings… so romantic… ironically, I wanted to end there…
But I had no guts
I had no one… I was all-alone…
This feeling of being stranded on a remote island helplessly was not strange to me…
E absence of love…
All alone
Desperate
Silly?
I don’t know…
Im a posh person, even in e midst of running away, my thoughts n feelings r noted down in poem form…
I left home
Out of frustration.
Its cold out there
And yet it seemed warmer.
I have no where to go
Except heading aimlessly or so…
Stress overwhelmed me
Of that simple and carefree life…
Love me
Or leave me,
Don’t question me!
Desperation kills…
Im running…
Far from the place
I call home
30 may 06
posted by sal-eustacia at
1:10 AM
1 Comments:
haix..dun sad la..got us-me & wanjing..altho we can't always be wif u, u noe we are here. Sometimes my family super irritating n stress me (tts y i got so many pimples X( ) i didn't tell u all only..cos e story too long HAHA. kk, just to let u noe i m here..u can delete after reading lor...cya! STAY HAPPY :D
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