Coffee and Bitter-gaurds.

Two weeks Ago.Period.
Sometimes i make this conscious effort not to be skeptical or sadist.
I mean there have been too many phases.
sometimes i pray so hard for certain things to happen,
And other times i pray for things never to happen.
that 'ol wretched hurt,i HATE it!
There are times,often in fact,when m so satisfied being what i m,
and there r still times, when i badly want somebody to prove me wrong:
Prove me wrong against my pessimism,
Prove me wrong against my darker whims,
Selfishness and Get me out from the fetters of dejection.
Why does every time, someone has to doubt their pride, their conscience
And their love...Why can't people just stick on?..Why dunn they..
I know its sounding grim, but...

Dunno may be m being hyper sentimental or trying to seek perfection
In those elements of Life that are transitory,
Out of my control.
'Cause i m nobody to decide for smbdy else.
Actually i just wanted someone to be happy around me,
You know there is the notion of 'positive energy'
I thought perhaps i could draw in some;
I wish my faith could have grown on this time
In seeing someone else * stick on * ...if u know what i mean.

I hate all of it.
Life is just screwed up so often
or m i the screw up itself.
why can't things stop being to transitory...
see,i again made it sound so grim.I know.
Pheww!A cup of coffee is always good for the grey cells.
This works for me often,u know,
the caffeine works...