Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Don't Mind Me

I'm doing you a huge favour tomorrow

One that I adore doing, mind you

But the least you could do is ask me

As of now I've only been told by others

Courtesy could be shown with a simple call

I'm angry that you could be so rude

That I take great pleasure in doing

Doesn't mean it should be taken for granted

Posted by Ted at 9:35 am

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