Everything on Earth goes down to dust, but what's imprinted on the heart remains alive
Sunday, August 06, 2006
{ 8:13 PM
i've been reflecting. am i cruel to go like,
why should we end the person's pain? that's wasting bullets.
imagine your intestines all out. you're groping in pain. people's sewing your wound. your leg's blasted. you're searching for your arm. you're shot right through your head or eye.
perhaps wasting bullets would only be when you have not enough ammunition. argh.
perhaps Geraldine you should watch saving private ryan. at least you can see better how's war like before wanting it. :(
i will see Geraldine and everyone else tomorrow and i've got no mood with math, argumentative essay nor history.
guess who i'm thinking of.
my favourite person in the universe, are you leaving?