The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Shitty feeling
it feels like shit to have your friends toy with your trust. i realise i let my guard down totally when i regard them as my good friends. damn it.