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12:00 AM | Tuesday, February 22, 2005
gossip kills. It tears you apart very slowly so you don't feel the pain. Who knew that gossip could hurt people this much? It's an innocent game at first, then it gets addicting. Maybe too addicting. It's like taking a puff of smoke where the first puff seems like fun. Then the more you inhale the more serious it gets. Other people see it as a vice, a terrible thing to get addicted to, but you on the other hand seem to enjoy it and want even more. So you choose all kinds of cigarettes and try out different things. The more you explore, the harder it is to turn back. Then, before you can do anything about it, you find out a relative has died of lung cancer and you instantly drop the cigarette, you drop to your knees as well reflecting on what has just happened. It hits you. You need to stop smoking.
I smoke. I gossip. I'm living in an evil world where I let my self pleasures take over me. I need to stop this before I hurt other people. Lately my friends and I have jumped into a world of self-pleasure. We never meant this, otherwise we wouldn't be trying to fix this. I'll stop the gossip first.. the smoking can wait a while.. |
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