Saturday, June 24, 2006
A painful hangover...As soon as I said it, I couldn't help but wish that I didn't.
Once again, I have messed up because of my words. Because of the words that I hardle ever think about and just continue to spout off with complete disregard for any repercussions or consequences.
Like an alcoholic after a night of drinking alcohol waking up to a don't-talk-to-me-cause-every-word-and-sound-that-comes-out-of-your-mouth-is-like-a-drill-that-pokes-and-um-drills-into-my-grey-matter-or-what's-left-of-it-hangover, I regret only when it's too late.
Then only to do it again and again and again.
And regretting again and again and again.
It never stops.
Sometimes I wish I was born without the ability to use my vocal cords and I would just communicate through writing. I mean, at least with writing you have to actually think about what you're going to say/write before actually showing it to someone.
The curse of working vocal cords.
I mean, it would be acceptable I guess if I can actually use them for singing, but nooo. Not only can I not control my words when I speak, I have to sound like a cross-breed between a frog and a bull whenever I attempt to sing any kind of song, at any type of tune, with any type of melody, using any type of rhythm.
I'm a shame to all filipinoes.
Lotsa love, Jana
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