crests & troughs of the mind fluctuates in the midst of the cool wee hours of the night.
i wonder, oh i wonder.
why is it that everytime there is someone new,
i will have this mental note that nothing good will come out of it?

i am
talking rubbish.
i really am.
and it's scaring me.

know why?
cause i am afraid for history likes to repeat itself, and i never happen to end up happy.


a lil blue...