[one week left... in my life]

i keep telling myself that day is gonna come when i just snap and finish mugging everything in the world in one day.

something where if i din do it rite, you wouldn't have respect me at all. take me for whatever dirt.

i keep telling myself to live each day like its my last. the desperation makes u ignore the simple things that give joy.

strangely a beautiful face is just a beautiful face. either its all cos of you. or something's wrong.

wish i could grab everything i wanted. somehow i feel i have randomly got a large piece of that puzzle.

if so many can do so much with so little, why can't i just be spectacular given all that i have?