unspeakable

you just had to do it, didn't you?
always wanting the final word, right?
always looking for that last lunge of the blade?

on my birthday weekend, no less.

*sigh.....*

friday 28th, came back from work feeling utterly deflated by her.
and the emotional exhaustion sank in. *again*
locked the door, practically crawled into bed.
and slept (literally) for days.

workday monday. zombie-like. september's gone.

threw up at work mon tue wed.
still hadn't eaten nothing.

collapsed. illness finally overwrought me.

: (
this is what happens everytime she reappears into my life.
i am thrown into the torment of a depression unspeakable.



unhappy birthday, syamil
courtesy ain.