Surpass.

There's something about sleeping pills.
Like there is something about weed and cigarettes.

You begin taking them again, because of some certain reason and when the initial stimuli ends, you still feel like taking them; either because you can't get sleep after, a short addiction, or something new comes up.
Eventually reasons build up and then you just want to take them, even if someone calls you insecure or paranoid.


Let the urge surpass.
Or perhaps, I should just take one.

Comments

dragonfly. said…
super dislike.
Sunday, September 26, 2010 1:57:00 AM
Ubaid said…
ab toh even I can give you company in this *sigh*
Tuesday, September 28, 2010 9:34:00 AM
twig said…
God, you make me want to come there and slap you sometimes.
Saturday, October 02, 2010 6:31:00 PM
Eminu said…
Who are you? Come where?
Sunday, October 03, 2010 5:31:00 AM
twig senior! said…
dear twig.please find urself an orignal identity and stop stealing my name!suar!
Sunday, October 03, 2010 11:09:00 PM
Winter Song said…
Kiddo, why're you worrying me, Chun Chun....Hope all well.
Thursday, October 21, 2010 6:03:00 PM
Eminu said…
I think, I know who you are.
=)
I'm of sorts okay :)
Thursday, October 21, 2010 6:10:00 PM
Winter Song said…
Hope you're better than of sorts okay,love.
Still worried abt you, Chun chun. <3
Chin up, Soldier!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010 5:42:00 AM
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