ade shall blog no more
til then mates . til then

for when boredom eats in . and the daily ritual makes you a prisoner of you own . and no, i dont see the greener patch . just what do you know ? stop living my life . stop choking me from all the excuses of growing up . stop ruling it like it belongs to you . i ought to be happier . i ought to make you feel awful . aint that good enough? aint that . if it makes you please, leave me for all i care . cozz well . i dont give a freakin damn . i wont bother . leave . just walk out of that door . i;ll thank you for that . trust me when i say so . i meant the words...