swaying...

the phone is there... thrown back there...
the messages r in there....

N i dun wanna read them.
Not now..
Maybe later...

You know how u'll always get this funny feeling...
bout whether it's right or not right...
Is it true that if it's right, nothing's supposed to go wrong?
That u won't feel shitty this way?


Later, later then i will deal with it......

Only when i got to 27 i realised i've made myself an emotional drawer...
where i can keep my feelings in for a while longer before i lose control.