The Beauty of Life

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Saturday Night
Oct 26, 2008

I am tired. I am tired. I am tired.
I am confused. I am confused. I am confused.
I am afraid to decide. I am afraid to decide. I am afraid to decide.
I no longer know what is right from wrong.
I doubt myself, for the mistakes that i am capable of committing.
I wish things havent happened in parallel on the time line.

--Posted by Michelle--

1:39 AM

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