making notice

life hurts.

i've turned on the radio. singapore radio. things must be looking rather bleak. especially when they start playing the fray and avril freaking lavigne.

lets face it, there is no going back. chase it as we may, nothing can recreate those silent memories. i dont want to have to continue this way. love like the yellow thief. love her, love her and salute her. i'm driving myself up the wall. into the grave. whichever imagery suits best.

i cant express just how i feel. i can tell you what's happened, i can tell you how i react, i can tell you what i'm thinking. but i cant tell you how i feel. its hard, this emotion business. there's alot at stake isnt it? i realise, i cant just put it all aside. ok so maybe i can. well it depends. the music on the radio is annoying. maybe i want sympathy i know i wont get.

you know what, yes i can.