My computer crashed (again). Trust me, it's a computer problem.
Just a revelation,
once in a while, you know some thing's not gonna happen. Then there's something tells you (but it's not knowledge), maybe not.
& so you trust that one percent chance.
No, in fact, you place all your eggs into a basket.
You believe your instincts
Wait, was it instincts?
Or rather, heart call.
In the end, heart call fails.
You knew all along.
stupidity dawns.
But it's alright, you're alright.






But
If I try again,
You'll feel like you're under attack.
I don't think I can make it.
I don't think I can take it.
So let's stop it here,
to let my conscience breathe.



Jeannette just picked up a prank call haha!
I hate people with CIP because they cause me pain.


You called me in the midnight hour
with your velvet lies
so many sleepless nights,
I wonder
is it time to say goodbye?